I'm You But Stronger Novels & Stories

“Are you ready for that?” “I want to be stronger. You said you will make me stronger.” “I said I will help you get stronger, no one is going to make you what you are not, that’s all up to you. But I can help you and guide you to be what you want to be and in this case, stronger.”

“You want me to be cruel? Ruthless? Exactly like you?” A dark, dangerous smile curved his lips. He reached out, tracing the line of my cheek with the back of his finger. His touch burned against my skin. “I want you to be stronger than me,” he corrected, his gaze locking onto mine with absolute certainty. “One day, I will not be here to stand between you and the world. One day, I will not shield you, fight for you, or destroy anyone who looks at you wrong. I need to know—when I am gone, nothing and no one can ever break you. That is the greatest gift I can give you. Strength. True power.”

"I'm not weak. "You think you are a fighter," said, his grip on my arm tightening. "But you're not strong enough to beat me. You never will be." I felt the anger rising up inside me, fighting against the fear. I knew I had to stand up to him, or he would never stop. "You're wrong," I said again, my voice shaking with rage. "I'm stronger than you could ever imagine. You're the weak one, not me." Andre smiled, a cold, mocking smile. "Is that so?" he asked. "We'll see about that."

“But what if….” “No what-ifs,” Marcus said firmly. “You want to overcome doubt? Then stop giving it room in your head. Stop letting it rent space. Because you're strong and worthy. You are the Luna your children need, the warrior the prophecy requires, and the woman who survived the impossible. Say it.” “Marcus….” “Say it,” he commanded. “Out loud. ‘I am strong. I am worthy.’ Say it like you mean it.” I took a breath. “I am strong. I am worthy.”

"Sеlеnе, thе lеss you know, thе safеr you may bе. Trust in your training. It's key to unlocking thе strеngth within you." I scoffеd, a bittеr tastе of rеsеntmеnt on my tonguе. "Strеngth? I feel helpless. I've lost pеoplе I care about, and now you'rе tеlling mе I'm a targеt for somе unknown thrеat. How am I supposеd to trust in strеngth I can't еvеn undеrstand?"

“You want my power? Then stop lying to yourself. You’re not strong enough because you don’t even know who you are.” “What?!” I yelled out angrily.

Their strength would be nothing compared to mine. And When the time was right, I’ll take what’s mine. And I would surely become a god.

Power surges between us, burning away the darkness, weaving something stronger. The shadows that once threatened to consume her, now bend, obeying her command. She gasps staring at her own hands. "What... What is this?" I cup her face, my thumb brushing against her cheek. "It's us," I murmur, "We make each other stronger."

I asked worriedly. “You’re stronger than you give yourself credit for” he said in a hushed whisper. “Uh... Thanks?” I replied awkwardly, feeling a little caught off guard by the sudden shift in the seriousness of the conversation. “I mean it, Zelena. You have more strength than you know, and you are powerful beyond belief. You’re going to change this world for the better before you’re done with it”. “I appreciate all the hype, but why are you talking like this?” “Like what?”

“You’re my brother… my pack. This isn’t you!” He tilted his head, that twisted smile curving over his face. “Oh, Lila… it’s exactly me. Only stronger. Only smarter. Only… free from your weakness.” The words stabbed into me. My weakness? After everything, after surviving three years alone, building an army, becoming something more than I was… he called me weak. “No,” I growled, golden energy surging, flaring around me like a living sun. “I am not weak! And I will not let you ,let him use you!”