The Coward Novels & Stories

"Why the fuck will you hit me, bitch?" "Because I just realised how deep your cowardice has eaten you, Richard. You were a coward when you suggested that I shouldn't take up my sister's case, you were a cowards when you visited my ward and pressed your disgusting, slimy lips to mine. You were a coward for trying to get between my sister and I, you were a coward for ordering that my sister be taken off life support with the lame excuse of being uncertain about her recovery and now that she has proven you wrong, you're still being a coward for refusing to face her !"

And it’s too much for me. Noa scoffed and retreated to the back of my mind, but not before calling me a coward first. I am not a coward. I’m not! Am I?

She stamped her feet on the ground protestingly. It irked me further that she kept on denying a known fact. Something that had already been confirmed. I turned around, the slight pity I previously felt for was all gone in a flash. She didn't deserve it. A coward is someone who does something wrong and still insists on denying it - that was what she was; a coward! " No it's not. You will show us exactly where you are keeping Roshni and after that, we will hand you over to the police," mom said, sternly.

the man looks up and stops tying Ismail to the chair. “I am talking about you. You are a coward.” “What did you just call me?” he says already getting angry, not what I planned for, but it was expected. “You heard me right. You are a coward.” “You are a funny lady because I doubt you can do anything besides look pretty. But you sit there and call me a coward. If anyone should be called a coward, it should be you! Because I bet the only thing you know how to do is sit around and look pretty,” he rants getting into my face to say it.

The people shouted in rhythm. You are nothing but a coward. If you are really the wolf they all know, then fight me. Fight me wolf people to them, Nathan, is a coward and not you. Emily screamed on top of her voice, giving the people the type of feeling and vibe they like, and that is fighting.

But the moment Alex had drawn that silver blade—the moment the cold steel had grazed the skin of my throat—the illusion of my bravery had shattered. The memory of the beatings, the smell of my own burning flesh when they ruined my face, and the agonizing sensation of my wolf being violently ripped from my soul had flooded my mind. My body had betrayed me before my mouth could even beg. “You’re a coward,” I whispered into the dark, empty room, digging my fingernails into the flesh of my arms until the skin turned white and threatened to bleed. “A useless, pathetic coward.” “You aren’t a coward.” The sudden, soft voice from the doorway made me gasp. I snapped my head up, my heart hammering aga

My body began to melt, just as it always did. Damn! I didn't want this ... .but it was so hard to deny his touch that was nothing short of heaven. Dropping the scissors, I tried to push him away, my sobs finally slipping past my lips, "Coward! You fucking coward!" I pounded my fists against his chest, hitting him with all the strength I had. I doubted any of my futile attacks affected his broad figure—this jerk had always had this advantage, "You're such a coward. A worthless, insecure, foolish, and weak man! A stupid asshole! Get away from me! Get the hell—"

“You’re unbelievable.” “And you’re a coward.” That felt like a punch to the gut. Antonio went still. Completely still. “Say that again,” he said quietly. Leo didn’t hesitate. “You’re a coward.” Antonio’s grip shifted, fisting tighter in Leo’s shirt. “You don’t get to call me that,” he growled against the trembling of his heart. “I absolutely do,” Leo fired back. “Because I lived it.” Antonio’s expression darkened. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.”

CADE - AGE TWENTY-TWO “DON’T BE A COWARD,” Mare spits. Her lips tremble as she tries to push against me again. “Say it to my face, Cade. Tell me right now you don’t love me, and you’ll never have to worry about me again.”

She gestured at her stomach. She stepped in front of me, forcing me to look at her. "You think you don’t deserve her, so you’re making sure you can’t have her. You think pushing her away makes you noble? It makes you a coward." Fire erupted in my chest. "You think I wanted this?" I snarled, leaning into her space. "You think I wanted to watch her run from me? You think I wanted to see her face like that? I had to! Don’t you get it? I have nothing to offer her. Not anymore. The club was my life. My family. It’s gone. My own father can’t even say my name. My mother turns her head when I walk in a room. The men I rode with for over twenty years look at me and see a liability. A failure. Two goo