I Don't Care How Strong You Are Invincible Novels & Stories

She had actually begun to sing along to the song and zoned out to the fight. “…now I am invisible..no I ain’t a scared little girl no more..yeah I am invincible, what was I running’ for…I was hidden’ from the world…I was so afraid, I felt so unsure..Now I am invinvicible…and I’m a perfect storm..” She dodged the man's fist again then turned and kicked him in the chest causing him to fly backwards and land on the ground with a thud. She stood up and spun around as the second man came running towards her. She pushed him as she sang the next part

All these years, I’ve been built for this. I laugh again. I’m sure I look like a crazy person right now. But I don’t care, because this is it. This is the moment I realize how strong I am. I will not break. I am not fragile anymore. I haven’t been in a long time. Nothing will take me down now. I can take whatever they throw at me. They have no idea what they’ve created. Let them whip me, punish me, hurt me, try to make a fool of me. Will. Not. Break.

Then the instability. Then the collapse. Velaria gasped beside me, her body tightening as the pain hit her as well, her hand gripping her head as she struggled to stay upright. “You see?” I said calmly, watching the effect unfold. “Your strength is not immunity. It is vulnerability.” Vincenzo didn’t move. Neither did Lorenzo. But I saw it. The tension. The calculation. The understanding. They weren’t affected the same way. Stronger. Resistant. But not immune.

I wasn't supposed to care, dammit! I didn’t know how long I stood there, lost in thought, but a sudden gust of wind jolted me back to the present. The rain now pelted my face, and I looked up at the sky grimly. Mamma always told me I was too soft for my own good. Mamma told me I needed to be strong. I couldn’t let a woman into my heart, because that would be my downfall. A man who loved nothing, feared nothing. Had no weaknesses. As I made my way back to the apartment complex, it became all too startlingly clear that I’d failed my mamma. Evelina. She was my weakness. I was no longer invincible. But I no longer cared. She was worth it. ***

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

I’m not strong and I’m not cute. "God!" I blurt out, my fists clenching and my eyes aching as I hold back my tears, "You never listen to what I have to say! I'm strong. I'm doing everything right. I'm as good as any alpha and I can do anything I damn well please!"

Mates are supposed to protect each other, why is he hurting me instead? When I thought things couldn’t get any worse, he lets go of my hair and grabs my neck with his big palm, choking the life out of me, I grab his hand and struggle to get him to release me, but all my efforts go in vain because he a hundred times stronger than I am. He is a future Alpha and he is very powerful and almost invincible.

He leaned in further, his voice dropped into a whisper that only I and his high-ranking companions could hear. "I don’t like anomalies, Elvira, in my pack, anomalies are vulnerabilities and I don’t tolerate vulnerabilities." "I’m not a vulnerability," I hissed, though my knees felt weak because i myself wasn't sure with what i am now with this weird strength and mark on my back. "I’m just a girl who’s tired of being bullied. If you want to know why I’m strong, maybe it’s because I’ve spent fourteen years learning how to push back against things much heavier than Priscilla."

“I don’t think they’re saints for that because they put their loved ones through turmoil and pain of losing their loved ones. I could never do that to Autumn. I could never hurt her. Even if I’m gone, I didn’t want her to feel any pain. She’s...well, she’s simply my everything.” ****** Several blood tests and other tests had proven that he was strong enough to continue with the same dose for his treatment — that they didn’t have to lower the dose and prolong his treatment. His body was not as weak as when he first had had his first treatment yet he felt stronger, determined.

"Nobody knows how many times I've had to hold back to tears, how many times I've felt like I'm about to snap, but don't just for the sake of my mother. Nobody knows the thoughts that have gone through my head whenever I'm sad, and how horrible they really are." "Nobody knows, —Just me. But I want to stay strong. I want to fight it in order to get myself on track positively. I want to lift up myself, nobody knows but me that behind my smile you’ll see my vulnerability, my weaknesses, and my random frustrations about life and fears."