The Coward Novels & Stories

I squeeze my eyes shut. “That’s what cowards do,” I whisper. “They run back when it gets hard.” The voice doesn’t soften this time. “Running from what you are… from who you’re bound to… that’s the real cowardice.” I flinch. “That’s not fair.”

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

“You’re nothing but a coward, Vincenzo. Afraid to face the truth, afraid to confront your own demons.” As I stood there, my words hanging heavy in the air, a surge of bitterness rose within me. It was a bitter realization, one that cut deeper than any insult he could hurl my way. Vincenzo, the man I had once believed to be my savior, had turned out to be nothing more than a coward—a man afraid to face the truth, afraid to confront his own demons.

"Walk back to the cabin, put your boots on, and go. I don't train cowards and I don't waste my time on wolves who'd rather stay broken than do the work it takes to heal." The word coward landed harder than it should have because I'd been called a lot of things in my life but never that, and the fact that this woman who'd pulled me half-dead out of a creek was standing here calling me one made my blood hot enough to push back the cold. "I'm not a coward." "Then open your mouth and prove it. Start with the first one. The very first cruel thing someone said to you that stuck." I planted my feet on the frozen ground with my raw soles burning and my breath making clouds in the cold air and I trie

I can feel the eyes of the people passing by, and they'd stop just to watch us like this is some sort of a drama. "I want you to fight me, freak!" Ella commanded and slapped my other cheek. All I did was just to face down, doing nothing but letting her do what she want. I wanted to fight back but I just can't. Because of this, I realized that I'm just a coward. I'm good in speaking to stand for what's right but I cannot fight back in terms of physical attack. I am a coward.

Heat crawled beneath my chest, rising to my face, as I foolishly imagined his hands on me, undoing and replacing a dress, after dress. I hated the feeling that enveloped me, hated how I lost my reasoning for a few seconds, and wasted that precious time thinking of him. “You are a coward,” I spat, my blank head still reeling from the sick thoughts and images I let myself process. Darius tilted his head, resting his lips so dangerously close to my ear. “Say that again.”His warm breath brushed my skin. I forced my voice to play out hard and bold, “Coward.” He burst out laughing, taking a step back, his cackling was the only thing that filled the room for a good while.

My own doubts. But the truth was simpler. Uglier. I lowered my head into my hands. And when I spoke, the words came out cracked. "Because I was a coward." Silence. I didn’t lift my head. I couldn’t. "I was a coward," I said again. "I let other people’s voices be louder than yours. Louder than mine. I let my fear speak for me. And I listened to it. I listened to everyone but you." I could hear her breathing. Quiet. Steady. But I could feel it—her presence like a tide against my shore.

Lucas studied me for a long moment, then, out of nowhere, he said, “You’re a fucking coward.” I was confused and a little shocked by the unwanted insult directed towards me. “Excuse me?” He leaned forward, arms crossed over his chest. He wasn't going to back down, I saw that in his eyes even before he said anything. “You heard me. You’re a coward.”

She yelled back. "I won't tolerate any disrespect towards myself. I was staying quiet because of you not anymore. Because you are not a fucking man you ain't worth it." * Selam guys! This is a teenager's story and this is somehow slow paced all of it will make sense after some more chapters :) have faith in me lol Happy reading

I cannot fight both, and I was foolish to think that I could. So as I hear the rumble of her voice come from behind me, I have only one thing to do, and that is turn around and face what will be my end today. And it is with slow agony that I do so. Each little scuffle my feet make, I prepare myself for what awaits me. I truly do not think that any pain can be worse than the one that I am already feeling deep within my soul. But I am Colton Cruz, and right now, I am acting like a coward. I am giving up before I have even started to fight. So what? I got caught off guard here. I am not ready to go yet. The only thing killing me today is my own heart.