Worth The Fighting For Novels & Stories

I watched as he hit the ground three times. A cheer so loud it made the ground shake a little, rose up from around us. Every wolf in the building ended up watching us fight. I wished suddenly the challenge hadn't been so hectic. We drew too much attention. Then I turned and held my hand out for the ex-champion. For a moment I was afraid he wouldn't take it. Fighting, even if it was friendly, often led to grudges. But his hand clasped mine and I pulled him up. The boy kept his grasp on my hand, then he hoisted it up and another cheer rose vibrant and deafening around us.

They don’t realise The miracle life holds Is unknown Untrue For them all Who even stand With wise words Do not realise life enough Enough to narrate It’s value to you Life is not just precious Life’s worth no word Can explain worth Life is greatest Life is deep Deeper than oceans Now, you often Hear or see You don’t even realise What you have been given Life is always Always worth living No death should snatch It from you To fight back To safeguard your similar For your life To even kill Is right Is true If at all you have One to decide You or enemy That stands near to you It’s the multiplication speed Of deer That threatens the lion, too As he eats each one Without fear Of getting hit by ma

He killed her for nothing. My hatred fuelled me as we battled, he was still strong and wiry. Leaping in and out of defensive manoeuvres trying to wrong-foot me. It was obvious which of us had completed decades of attack training and which had only brute strength to rely on. Brute strength and boiling rage.

Because now, I had something worth fighting for. I had her.

But I wasn’t going to give up without a fight. This little moment of peace was worth the fight.

“Don’t give it. Speak truth. Show strength. You’re untouchable because you are real. Because you fight for more than yourself.” I closed my eyes, drawing strength from him, from my four year old daughter Sophie and from every woman who had trusted me to fight for them. I stepped back into the light, raising my voice once more. “I am not here for personal gain. I am here because the women and children of this nation deserve protection, opportunity, and a future. That is why I fight.” Applause erupted, genuine and resounding. Nathaniel’s plans were clever, but he underestimated the power of authenticity.

“It tears the cage apart.” The battle for Vance Holdings is far from over. Victor Hale has launched his final, desperate assault, but as we stand side by side in the darkening room, I know with every fiber of my being that we are ready for whatever comes next.

“Sure. You go into situations where you just know that somebody is trying to beat the life out of you… Adam does, too. I mean, in your job and when you compete, people are trying to hurt you – that’s the whole point, isn’t it? That’s how you win? By beating someone else, quite literally?” “Well, yeah.” He grinned. “I guess you can see karate and boxing that way. But they’re also disciplines. They’re about training and pushing yourself and getting stronger, faster, better. And ultimately, they’re about learning to control the power you have – having the strength of mind to not do others harm, even if you can.” “So, you’d say that the benefits are worth all the risks of being hurt?” “Absolutel

But inside the villa, wrapped in each other’s arms and bodies, they had found something worth fighting for. Something worth dying for.

Be the woman worthy of your mates. Fighting!!!