Hysterical Strength Novels & Stories

I wheezed, inhaling a shaky breath and a lung full of his musky scent, "she died. Clearly, I can't be her anymore." "Oh yes. you can," Jericho said adamantly, "it was never physical strength that made you strong. It was everything else. It was who you were as a person. Who you aspired to be. You're strong. It's built into your personality. This shouldn't be getting you down." "That's easy for you to say," I rasped, gathering myself.

Unexpectedly, Ding Hao was attacked so severely by the black and strong young man, and the stones on the ground supported by primordial inscriptions, which were like refined steel, had been completely broken. As for that black strong young man, his arms might have at least more than 30 million jin of strength. What was Ding Hao's origin? His own physical strength was just abnormal. How could the friend he was with be so abnormal? Ding Hao was also shocked. Although he had noticed that Zhang Fan's physical strength was extraordinary, he didn't expect that he was that strong.

His voice was slightly raised when he saw her chest started to heave up and down too all of a sudden. She was hyperventilating! “ Haven!” He half yelled, using his hands to cup her small face. “ What’s wrong?! What happened??” He looked at her in alarm, his eyes drifting all over her now pale face. Even in the condition she was in, Haven just didn’t want to feel shook her head, trying to shake his hands off her face. She wanted him to take his hands off of her but it seemed he just didn’t get it. Her hands pressed against his chest roughly and with all the strength she could muster, Haven gave Lucious one big push that managed to make him stumble two steps backwards as he stared at her in sh

"Even though you people used an underhanded and vicious tactic against us, you act like we owe you when you've been fooling us for a decade! "Not to mention, you almost killed my daughter! This is not over!" After speaking, Gerald was about to call upon his three martial arts masters when Woody interrupted, "This is between me and him. You don't have to interfere." "But Mr. Henderson, this guy has extraordinary strength," Gerald whispered in an effort to kindly advise Woody. "He may be young, but he's known as the Prodigious Doctor and has also reached the peak of the Innate Level. He's comparable to a martial arts master.

If any of them were actually dubious about the incident that happened a few days ago, where she had beaten up the man terribly until he was half-dead, they no longer thought that it was impossible. ‘She… She’s definitely a devil!’ ‘How can a normal lady be able to lift something so heavy so easily? Besides, judging from her build, she doesn’t look like someone who exercises all year long, and her arms are fair and soft without any muscles at all. She’s clearly the soft one among us.’ ‘But now… The soft person is actually a hidden Hercules, how can this be explained?’ ‘Real men like us will be embarrassed, okay?’ Gu Xi was actually surprised too. She had no idea that she had such great streng

he growls. “A lot of that is lower body strength, Alpha,” I purr. “Some of it is, but being able to hold yourself up, holding your hair off your body so I could see every inch of my fucking playground, that was core strength. And don’t get me started on when I had you bent over and you didn’t need to hold on to anything to stay at just the perfect angle for me fuck you hard the way you like.” “You’re making me very wet, Alpha.”

I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.

He was definitely strong. A man like that must be incredibly "strong" in that department, too. As my imagination ran wild, the itching I felt grew even more unbearable, and I instinctively forced my thighs together tightly.