"𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙖𝙢 𝙞 𝙨𝙪𝙥𝙥𝙤𝙨𝙚𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙙𝙤, 𝙞𝙛 𝙝𝙪𝙧𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙨 𝙞𝙨 𝙖𝙡𝙡 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙩 𝙞 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬?
after a lifetime spent biting her tongue and bruising her fists, alara sultan is met with an opportunity. a chance to bring an impo...
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AlaraSultan was trained to take hits from the moment she learned to walk. That didn't mean she wanted to take hits though. However, life had different plans in store for her— painful plans that struck like no other fist did.
What was the capacity of what a heart could bear?
Was there an approximate number?
Or, an estimate of how many vicious stomps and wicked tears it would take before the heart simply... broke?
Alara was certain she had passed the limits.
After a series of events that leave her thoroughly destroyed with no hope for a future in sight, she's thrown the opportunity of a lifetime.
A new beginning.
A shot for freedom.
A shocking reunion with a pair from the past, a city of dreams, and an encounter with a boy and his lively crew, send her hurdling down a wild and wondrously unpredictable road.
It was terrifying.
It was exhilarating.
She had been held back from so much in life. She had been beaten down more times than she dared to remember, but she would take a dozen more hits—a thousand times if it meant that she would finally find who she was meant to be, but never had the chance to become.
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i am my worst critic. i've been dying to post a fanfic on wattpad since i first made the account 8+ years ago. but i didn't want to post anything that wasn't an epic, cataclysmic, beautiful masterpiece.
now, fuck it.
i've been obsessed with cobra kai, so let's write a fanfic.
