The Coward Novels & Stories

They stood facing each other, two wounded animals in a frozen cage, the warmth and trust of the shared bed, the coordinated chase, utterly frozen over. “You’re right,” Sabe finally said, the fight draining from him, leaving a profound, weary emptiness. The admission was quieter than the snow. “I was a coward. The thought of telling you… of seeing that look on your face, the one you have right now… the horror, the betrayal… I couldn't bear it. Because you’re right about my walls, too. You got inside them. And the thought of you looking at me not with… with what was growing between us… but with fear, or disgust, or the crushing weight of a truth too big for one man… it was easier to carry the

As the women run out of steam like cowards, As the wolves run out of the scene like cowards, Max and Sam stand triumphantly, bloodied but victorious, as they both howl loudly, announcing their humble victory. Whereas I stood in the corner like a coward who couldn't do anything to protect my only family while he was struggling to be alive. I felt a surge of helplessness as I watched the intense battle unfold before me. The sight of Max and Sam bravely defending themselves against the vicious wolves only amplified my feelings of guilt and regret.

He was a selfish coward whenever he got into trouble. I withdrew my gun and tilted my head. He seemed to have regained a little courage, he rubbed his hands cautiously as he spoke his next words. “One of my girls…” He says. “She’s a diligent worker and quite the beauty… I think you’ll find her rather appealing and best of all, she’s a virgin.” He laughs nervously and that was when the most utterly, gut churning disgust filled me. Morelle Reyllis was really a disgusting coward. In my world, there were gods and there were beast, those ready to devour each other and then there were scums; those who’d do anything to get a black taste of power and by all means necessary. They would drag down anyo

The sales department organized a team-building trip and turned it into a killer-instinct trail race, with a $30,000 prize for the winner. I volunteer with a search and rescue team, and I stayed up all night mapping the safest route with supply points along the way. The new VP they had parachuted in tore up my map right before we set out. "What's the fun in a paved trail? We take the undeveloped Wildman Gorge. That's how you show real killer instinct! "To keep anyone from cheating with GPS, everyone hands over their communication devices." I pointed at the thunderheads on the horizon and tried to stop him. Wildman Gorge floods easily, and going in without radios was suicide. Instead, he smash

“I really do mean what I said. You're one of the most strongest women I've ever met.” “It's just that...” My voice breaks as I try to find words to explain myself. “I know... I've always known that I could've done more to stop Falcon. To end his reign of terror and stop him from ruining so many other people's lives. Yet I did nothing. I let myself be ruled by fear and convinced myself it was for the best. I'm nothing but a coward.” “No you're not.” Enzo firmly shakes his head. “If there's any coward, then it's that guy. Forcing people to do his bidding by holding something above their head, that's cowardice.”

"Wrong!!! You have no place beside me. I already have a mate, and she alone would take her place beside me" She chuckled dangerously. "You coward". I widened my eyes in shock. She did not just call me a coward. What shocked me the most was that Lyon remained calm. He didn't lash out neither did he stir. It felt more like he was amused. She continued. "That is what they call the likes of you. Men who are afraid of facing reality, and making decisions. Men who treat others as they wish without regard for their feelings. That's what people like you are called, Cowards"!!!

Fine," I huffed again, using my words emerging as a defensive shield. But deep within, a harrowing whisper of doubt began to sow its seeds, gnawing at the very fabric of my self-assurance. Is it perhaps not cowardice that I fear, but rather the harrowing acknowledgment of it that I shun? For in moments of truth, I often find myself recoiling, a silent dance between the valor I aspire to and the timorous heart that beats within. Indeed, I am not generally known as a coward—yet in the solitary chambers of my soul, I wage an unending battle against the specter of my own fragility. Aurina- “What was that?? When you called your father asking about how he felt if Brock was your Mate? Really?? You

They sound cold and stiff. "I'm sorry", he urges, pressing his lips tightly. "I'm sorry I could do nothing. I became so helpless that I had to bow down to people who are not even mine, not even worthy of getting any of it. I feel like a coward. I feel weak and helpless"

There is a sense of satisfaction knowing that their stupid acts would be their end. I sighed again and, without a second thought, pressed the knife’s tip into his shoulder, letting it sink in and watching the fresh wound bleed. He clenched his teeth but remained mute. Leaning in, I said, “Do you believe staying silent is courageous? That it protects the one who sent you? It won’t.” A breathless laugh escaped him. “I think… you’re the true coward, hiding behind all your power.” A slow smile curved my lips. “Is that what you think?”

The guard answered and gave him the paper. "Alpha Zaid, oh I don't even know if I should call you that, or maybe I need to remind you this, a Coward is someone who does attack from the back, just like you and I know you are thinking you hurt me huh? You are wrong, you are nothing but a loser and useless Alpha, if you are not scared to get defeated by a woman, then let's go battle! Let's our swords speak, if you think you are capable of fighting me, then let's meet at the battle Field, if I get defeated, then you take over my pack and my subjects and everything in my pack, and if You get defeated, I will get everything that belongs to you!" The Paper read.