Indomitable Willpower Novels & Stories

She was determined to live, he saw now. Whatever had happened to her, whoever had done this to her – that thing and that person hadn’t broken her. Not even fucking close. In that smashed up, shattered body there was the spirit of an a****n, the heart of a lioness, the iron will of a warrior. Under all that damage was a woman who was holding on to life with both hands, holding on as tight and as hard as humanly possible. She was going to get through this – no fucking debate or discussion on this point. She was going to fight.

The braver my heart, the stronger my fist. Agility (AGI): 26 The tempo of my body. Speed guided not by instinct but by intent. Endurance (END): 26 The weight I can bear before I break. The quiet stubbornness to keep standing. Vitality (VIT): 21 The pulse of life itself. Each beat, a promise to survive. Willpower (WIL): 25 My barrier against fear, despair, and the temptation to give up. Perception (PER): 32 The sensitivity of the heart to danger, to emotion, to truth.

"Why is it so much worse than beating the hell out of a guy? I'm not being combative, I'm just wondering. I mean, you all fight to be seen as equals, but hurting you is worse than hurting a man. You don't want to be seen as weak, but—" "Jackson, face it, Brenda weighs like 80 pounds less than you. You're strong, and drunk… can you really expect her to be able to defend herself against you? Sure, we don't wanna be seen as weak, who does? That doesn't mean that we can defend ourselves against someone twice our size." "I'm sorry… I'm not trying to start a fight… I just want an excuse. I can't find one for the life of me." "You can try your hardest, Jackson, but I don't think you'll ever find on

“That I must be married for at least three consecutive months to gain any rights to contest the power structure. If not, it all goes to them permanently.” I stared at him. “So… I’m your key to taking back what’s yours.” “Yes.” My mind reeled. “But why me? You could’ve picked anyone. Someone from your world.” His eyes darkened. “The reason I chose you doesn’t concern you.” I froze at his curt response. Threading lightly, I asked, “And what’s your stepmother like?” “She hates weakness. She hates anything she can’t manipulate. And you… well, she obviously has nothing on you.”

With sweat trickling down my brow, I gathered every ounce of strength within me, determined to prove him wrong. "Strength isn't defined by the form we take," I retorted, my voice laced with determination, despite the exertion. "It is the will to protect what we hold dear, to fight for what we believe in. And I will never yield to the likes of you!" As the battle raged on, the clash of our forces filled the air, punctuated by grunts and the sound of impact. Each strike that landed on me only fueled the fire within, igniting a determination that burned brighter with every passing moment.

I'd been holding them for twenty minutes. My arms shook, my head pounded and blood trickled from my nose. "I can't," I gasped. "You can. You just choose not to." Candice's voice was cold. "Control isn't about strength. It's about will. And your will is weak." "I'm trying." "Trying isn't enough. The administrators won't care that you tried. They'll kill you and everyone you care about while you're trying." She moved closer, circling me like a predator. "Push harder. Find that place inside you where the real power lives."

“Of course it can, you just have to put your mind into it, you are the best of the best Son, you always know what to do, you always have a solution, why are you giving up so suddenly?” “Maybe it’s the fact that you didn’t consider what effect your actions would have on the company before carrying on with it.” “Listen son, I know I made a mistake but believe me when I say that I am never careless, this wouldn’t have happened if that stupid girl hadn’t interfered. None of this would be happening if she hadn’t released the news. She is doing this on purpose son, she is trying to frustrate us so that you will take this decision you just did now. But no son, we can’t let her win, she had hurt us

Sweat ran down his chest and over his abs, obscuring the midsection of his pants. He stopped swinging and looked over the three-foot wide path of upheaval. It ought to have provided him with that deep satisfaction and fulfillment that accompanied extremely difficult work, however his brain bounced back. Perhaps I have a medical disorder about obsessiveness, he thought. Regardless of the number of diversions he that gave his cerebrum, it continued to find its direction back to the things he would have rather not think about. If only he hadn't seen Carmen's partner;Dixon, getting fucked at the stream, perhaps he could have had the option to fail to remember the wet pussy on his dick thing?

"Grayson. You've been giving out too much these last few days. If you keep going, either all your future kids are going to die, or your energy will start to fade! Do you know what that means? You might become impotent from now on. Your endurance might go from three hours to three seconds!" As she spoke, Grayson was slowly approaching her. She quickly dodged again. As she dodged, she continued talking. "Grayson! I'm telling you, I'm a doctor! I'm not just trying to scare you." She ran away again and said, "I'm telling you to hold back while you're young so you don't regret it when you're older! If not, your kidneys are going to shrivel up in two years! "Hey! Aren't you scared you're going to

, I’m almost groaning. "Don't get me wrong,” she says slowly, her gelatine-like eyes burned with sincerity as she gazed at me. “There is a beauty in your rebellious spirit and all. Your defiance of women's place in our New Eden. And I admire that. But let's be real, Amber. It's a beauty that women in our position can't afford. Your defiance ain't going to get you anywhere, sweetheart. It’s just a slow, painful sucide," she said