I Grow Stronger By Eating Chapter 1 Novels & Stories

"CRASH...!!!" A loud sound was heard and I ran to my window facing my balcony. I saw a hanging broken branch from my old tree, the same branch I perched on earlier to jump over and leaves scattered around on the ground but I don't seem to see anyone at all. With a crying face, I thought sadly if I needed to cut on carbs. "Am I that heavy now?" --End of Chapter Two---

And I will only be able to help if I don't play dumb. And crying and trembling and putting up a fight against them would be dumb. I will act smart and get out of here. I will get out and get others out too. Tbc... Another chapter. 😏😏 I know the chapters are hurtful but trust me, the progress will leave you with a satisfied grin. Our ML is not weak at all. You'll know that in the upcoming c hapters. Please let us know your views about the book:) Lysm.

"I know everything about you Claire. I know that there is an anger and bitterness within you, one you wish to liberate. And I know how much you were bullied and taken advantage of because you were weak. I also know that you want to get stronger, but somehow, your training is not going well." I flinched and grimaced. How did this book know me so well? But it told no lies. I wanted to get stronger, but the training was not of my h help to me. It only made me feel like I was regressing. Was I bound to be weak forever? Was it impossible for me to get strong? "You said you can make me strong. How?" I asked. The book flipped open as it chuckled. "All you have to do it let me in," it cooed. Purple

I can’t fall. I have to be stronger and useful or else they will discard me like trash. I clenched my hair into my fists. What should I do? I want to throw up. I covered my mouth. No, I can’t. I want to cry. No, I can’t. How do I get stronger? What should I do? I hit my trembling hands on the nightstand. How the heck will I become stronger if I keep trembling like this? Stop shaking! Stop shaking! Stop shaking! I hit my hands again and again until they bled and until my trembling stopped.

From that day on, every day I started to believe more and more in the possibility of meeting my master! ______________________ It’s tonight that I find the power and the strength to take control of the body again. I’m also particularly hungry. I’ve been growing in strength, and in turn my hunger and need for sustenance have grown too. But of course, I remain visually impaired. So, I stumble about the room, groping the walls for the door handle as I sway clumsily. Eventually, I do find the handle, and step into what I perceived to be the hallway. With growing confidence, I march onward, insistent on finding the fridge. But before I can start waving my hands about to locate it, the body I’m in

He tried to attack me but his strength was poor from starvation, where it was my advantage, i pushed him down the valley and let him die in the pits. When i was back to get my hands on the leftovers, i no longer left the appetite. It was still a loss and i was better hungry than feeding on the leftovers. As i moved away, i realised that i need to get stronger in order to achieve my goal. I can't stay hungry as my stomach had started eating itself. I went back to the leftovers and had to fill whatever was left. Once i devoured the single last piece of meat from the bones, i shifted into my human form and left the place before dawn…

~ RIG ~ It was instinct to keep Cara on my injured side like a shield. I held her hand so tightly as we walked inside I was afraid I might hurt her. But she gripped me back just as strong. A strange thing was happening in me and I was scared to hope. Every time Cara told me she knew I could win, my strength grew. When my pack-brothers circled us to usher us inside, my strength thrummed. It was like something had infected me and was coursing through my system. Except, instead of weakening my body, it did the opposite. I felt like I was taller suddenly, stronger definitely. Sharper.

He patted my shoulder saying, "It's fine. But aren't you still hungry?" "I do. So I drink water whenever I'm thirsty." He shook his head saying, "That's not the right way to do it. Be strong in your decision, but don't skip your meals and hurt yourself. Eat and fight her vigorously." He took a tray of food, put it in front of me and said, "Go ahead. Increase your strength to fight her." His words put a smile on my face. "Unlike your parents, you're good. I'm glad you didn't get anything bad from them."

My stomach turned. “No,” I whispered, shaking my head. “If you don’t eat, you’ll collapse.” His tone was soft but threatening. “And I won’t give you anything else until you eat.” I didn’t want to. But my body was trembling. I was weak. I needed strength to escape. So I ate. “Good girl,” he said, collecting the tray. “Soon, I’ll be the only man you can think of. You’ll forget all the others. Especially him.”

I couldn’t hide the pride in my face, even though I knew we were in a precarious position. Katniss still sat there, our hands clasped together, though our breathing was a little faster. To be continued... *** Chapter 4 After days of being cared for in the hospital, I could feel myself getting stronger. I could feel my strength slowly returning to my body, though I knew I wasn’t fully healed yet. But now, I had a bigger purpose, one that pushed me to get back on my feet.