Hard Times Create Strong Men Novels & Stories

"The doctor said the next twenty-four hours are critical. That's what he's been saying for five days. Always the next twenty-four hours. But what if there aren't any more twenty-four hours? What if his body just... gives up?" Hannah takes my hand. The one that's not holding Ocean's. "Listen to me. Ocean Moretti is the strongest man I've ever met. He's survived things that would have killed other people. He's built an entire empire through sheer force of will. And you think he's going to let something like arsenic take him down? No. He's going to fight. And he's going to win. Because he has you. And there's no way he's leaving you." "I want to believe that."

“I’m here because I know what it’s like to be underestimated. To be told I’m weak, useless, invisible. But that’s why I fight harder. Because people like me don’t have safety nets. We can’t afford to fail. We learn fast, we adapt faster, and we survive what others can’t. For us it's either we win or we win" The room went silent. My head screaming at me, why did you say that, how does that explain your purpose." The slick-haired man raised an eyebrow. The steel-haired woman tilted her head, studying me as if I were a puzzle she hadn’t expected. Finally, the older gentleman spoke. His voice was low, almost thoughtful. “Interesting. Continue.” Something in me loosened. Words began to flow, not

Ace/Bear POV (Earlier) The party was in full swing. All our brothers here along with a few other allied MCs. We were celebrating another ally joining with us. We now had more allies than ever before which made us one of the strongest MC's in the country. After being nearly destroyed a few years ago, we should be proud. Our MC banded together. We became tougher, stronger and had the most loyal group of men ever.

But stronger none the less. They say it's the trials we face on a day to day that build us up. If we're never exposed to hurt, how will we grow? If you take a man who's lived in some happy commune head buried in the sand, never knowing strife or hard work, and pit him against a man raised on the streets, and both are suddenly thrust into a high stress scenario, who do you think will mentally come out on top? My money would definitely be on the man from the streets.

He hopped unsteadily and then plopped down on the bed, wincing as he shuffled up the bed, using his one good arm and the elbow of his broken one. I laughed at his absurdity. “Less of a man? Jace, you’re the manliest person I know. Helping you out of a wheelchair isn’t going to ruin that image I have of you, you know.” That was the truth. If I was honest, I actually quite liked fussing over him and having him need me for things. In a ridiculously small way, it made me feel like I was paying him back for what he did. “Manly is a much better word than sweet.”

"We come to the public and we pretend as if we are saints sent from heaven but no and no we weren't saints and we seek the implementation of the gay bill acts. Let men marry men, it's a matter of choice.” “The acts bill put an end to women breaking the heart of man. Falling in love just because he is wealthy. Rushing to the marriage registry and after a few months breaking the news of divorce to the entire world." “Making a penury woman to become a billionaire in a twinkle of an eye. We men aren't fools anymore. We want to work hard as we have always done and marry ourselves." " A man can take care of a man and we are not interested in the damned pussy at the center leg of a woman.”

“They will be killed within the first two minutes. Their bodies are too soft, they have no pain threshold!” Placing my hands over my face, I stop myself from screaming into my hands. Sweat breaks out on my forehead as I slump down the wall and land on the floor like a broken doll. How will I survive? I won’t. Between King Harvey being cold and ruthless, and not even human, how will I get through the night? He is not human…anywhere on his body. Just his fighting prowess alone rivals five bodybuilders. He is infinitely stronger than I, and how will I manage to live through his sex drive?

When did political correctness creep into the pack anyway? I jog to the training field and a light drizzle sets the tone for the day, it’s so satisfying when you step outside and the weather matches your mood. I know my methods may seem archaic and unnecessarily brutal, but we are building warriors, not just any warriors, Elite, specially trained, experts in ther fields. It’s my job to harden them to the bullshit of the world. The battle field is no place for weakness, I intend to break them down, then build them back up, make real men of them.

“I want five volunteers. Your goal is to get me out of this circle and get my back to touch the ground,’ he surveyed their reaction. To someone else, Lucas’s instruction would seem simple for five powerful men, but everyone knows that isn’t true. Five men stepped forward. They each took off their shirt and stepped into the circle with him. They adjusted their stance until they were poised, ready to attack. Lucas wasn’t even fazed; he didn’t make the move to change his stance. One by one, the men attacked. He fought them off so easily. They rushed at him all at once, each man grabbing hold of him in the distinct part of his body. They tried to push him out of the circle but couldn’t succeed.

Of course he can always get another one, any time and any moment. "You are threatening a strong man with just a weak man. Oh, you must have watched in many movies or heard it in story, like getting the strong man weakness to use in Fighting him. But I am pretty sorry, I'll kill this man here and then you can kill mine. Maybe this will allow us fight man to man." Alpha Jude Howard muttered with some angers. Just in a seconds, growlings can be heard from around them. A smoke covering around the warehouse. Jude Howard shivered in fears. He remembers how much they have spoken about this strong man