I Grow Stronger By Eating Novels & Stories

“I do indeed. Blue cotton candy is my favorite. Has your mom told you that you need to be careful what you eat though? Cause that’s what happens. Your hair turns different colors.” He gasp. “Oh no! So if I eat too much of my cotton candy…” “It will turn this color. So be careful what you eat. You don’t want too much of one thing.” I chuckled. “Are you training my dad?” I nodded. “I am. He needs to be extra strong.” “He already is the strongest!” Zachary huffed and I ruffled his hair. “It wouldn’t hurt to be even stronger. It just means he will be quicker to come home.”

>> << Warning: Side effect: May make you feel too happy in the middle of an apocalypse. Bima gasped. Super Nutripower Indomie?! That was far better than what he had! And the status was 'Battle Ready'! He tore open the pack and devoured it greedily. It felt like an explosion of happiness in his mouth. All his pain and desperation seemed to fade slightly. [Your Calorie Status: +800! Status: SUPER FULL & BATTLE READY!] [Debuff 'Extreme Acute Thinness' reduced drastically! Stamina +20%, Strength +20%, Agility +20%!]

I didn’t need to look to know it was him. “You’ve expanded it again,” he said, amusement warming his tone. “Soon the demons will forget they ever ate only meat.” “They should have options,” I replied lightly. “Fruit. Grain. Vegetables. It makes the body stronger.” “And the wounded?” he asked. “I can heal them faster if they’re nourished.” He stepped beside me, surveying the orchard that had no sun and yet flourished. “You are changing this realm,” he said. “No,” I answered softly. “I’m improving it.”

“I have to do it again, it is the only way I can get through this alive.” My life was one I still couldn’t understand, werewolves don’t eat their fellow kind. They ate monsters that increased their physical capabilities depending on the grade. Werewolves were built to eat meat which they did. But for some reason I am able to eat other werewolves and my strength increases each time I do so. “Is this some kind of curse?”

he declared, pushing the green vegetables around with his fork. “Peas, huh?” I chuckled, sitting across from him. “Well, you can eat whatever you want, sweetheart. But remember, you need to eat your veggies to grow big and strong.” “I don’t like them, but I’ll eat them because I’m big like Daddy!” Jackson said proudly, puffing out his chest like a little warrior. He picked up his fork, poked a pea, and put it in his mouth, his face scrunching up a little as he chewed.

Once I found my mate, my wolf and I grew stronger in a way we know could make us feel stronger. All I had wanted was to be small and attractive and so my body began to change physically. My wolf growing strong too. That and the fact that I hadn't eaten in the days before they found me. That had caused me to lose even more weight and I was currently recuperating. The boys still get mad if I don't eat enough. It didn't matter how I got to this point, it just mattered how much happier I was feeling like this and looking like this.

It seemed like there was a connection between us. I could tell we were starting to understand each other. "All right, what would you like to eat?" "I would actually love to eat anything you provide. I need you to understand that I am ready to make sure you eat anything else." "I'm okay with just some vegetables I guess. That will be the best thing for me to eat now, so maybe you can get me something like a salad." "Salad, that would be great, but you need to get something else. You need to get something heavy to eat, you haven't eaten today and I'm scared salad only makes you not so strong."

he said, planting a kiss on my cheek as I ate. “I could swear I never ate this much before,” I said changing the topic yet again, the amount I had been eating recently had begun to bother me. “It's something that comes with transformation, you need more energy, especially with how strong you are,” he said, no wonder, he wasn't as bothered as I was by how much I was eating. “So you think I'm strong?" I asked. I knew I had hit Angie and even Jack, his right-hand man when I was angry but I didn't think much of it.

Rory placed a drumstick on Spike’s plate. Other children usually did not like vegetables. However, Spike did not eat any meat except fish. No matter how delicious the chef prepared pork, chicken, or beef, Spike refused to eat. Seeing Spike was about to push the drumstick away, Rory said in a low voice, “If you’re a picky eater, you won’t grow taller or stronger. How will you protect your mommy then?” Spike froze and stared at the drumstick on his plate, his little face filled with conflict.

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