Romans & histoires شجاع

I step forward with Clay keeping a strong hold of me offering support, these people have suffered. They are malnourished and dirty, the children look wild eyed and scared, how can anyone do this to their own people. I can see how proud they are, my heart hurts for them and a strange sense of responsibility to them falls over me like a heavy weight, almost as suffocating as their hope I can feel coming off them as if it is visible. “Stand, please!” I say in a loud calm voice, my wolf stands tall in my mind, shaking out her fur and accepting her responsibility to these people.

“I love your idea, Vogar. But you’re never someone who could be trusted either.” This man right here, I had to deal with him a lot of times. He was what we call ‘a green snake crawling in a green grass’ You can never dine with Vogar using a short spoon but then, I'm Freya, the fearless one. I will dine with him, using the shortest spoon ever. And I will always be ready to break the spoon if he dares to cross me. “Then let’s make it right for ourselves. Give me a try, Freya. We both want this,” he picked up his glass from the table, sipping his drink.

Turning back to face me, “No good?” He shook his head, “I’ll sleep on the couch.” He sighed, “I’ll be fine. I was a boyscout.” Triston pressed his eyes closed. “Let’s get ready for dinner.”

Not afraid. Just determined.

Spoke real instead. "These twelve fighters dropped shielding the Alliance. Shielding us all. Knew risks. Knew threats. Knew might not head home. But trailed anyhow. 'Cause believed bigger than self. 'Cause got that some stuff worth dropping for. 'Cause brave and true and all that makes us tough." Voice traveled hill. Strong past hurts. Clear past wipe-out. Each word picked careful. Each line meant.

“What is your ETA?” “My, my, aren’t we an anxious little Alpha.” I chuckle. And in reality she is little. At 5’2” it’s almost hard to believe she’s an Alpha. Up until you see her fight and then there’s not question that the woman is all Alpha. She uses her small stature to her advantage – because she’s small, she is quick and agile in a way that male Alphas generally aren’t. But beyond that, she is also a smart and strategic fighter. I’ve seen her take down some of the strongest warriors out there because she used her brains just as much her strength. Thinking of what a badass she is is only making me again wish that she were my fated mate.

And so, she gathered her courage and made the request. Amira's determination was unwavering. She was determined to see this through, no matter what. She knew that there would be obstacles and challenges, but she was prepared to face them all. Nothing would make her back down, not even the fear that gripped her heart. She was driven by a desire to protect her children, and she knew that she would do whatever it took to keep them safe. With this conviction, she set out on her mission. She would not rest until the ruthless alpha was brought to justice.

The dizziness was holding off for now, and she hoped it would stay that way. "Hey." Sasha joined Indianna. She was zipping her coat up. "Hey," Indianna smiled. "How are you doing?" "I feel like a wimp," Sasha murmured, "but I'm too scared to go to school. This Rogue person and Ben know who I am, and I know I'm completely irrelevant to them, but I'm scared what could happen because they now know me." "Don't ever call yourself a wimp," Indianna said and took Sasha's hand. "Rogue is dangerous, you're right to want to stay as far away from him as possible. And Ben."

(Liam hemsworth) My hands started uncontrollably shaking as the mention of my father came came up. Jack smirked before placing his hand as the small of my back leading me towards a door to the building. He nodded at the man guarding the door referring him to open it. I analyzed the guard, seeing as he had a bulletproof vest on his chest and an Ak-47 strapped to him. I quickly looked away as I continued walking forward. The inside was absolutely beautiful, mesmerizing even but I knew I had to stay focused and remember my way in if I had any chance on getting out.

And as we fought, I knew that we would emerge victorious, that our land and our people would be safe once again. Jada was fierce and she was feared by her enemies, Her movements were swift and graceful, as if she was dancing to a tune only she could hear. She fought with an intensity that was both dangerous and awe-inspiring, and her enemies knew better than to underestimate her. Jada's rage consumed her like never before. The enemy had taken our mate, and she was determined to make them pay. She charged into battle with reckless abandon, tearing through the enemy ranks like a whirlwind.