Novel About British Strongman Novels & Stories

The strong man only felt a strong force that was difficult to resist, and the whole person flew involuntarily, but was thrown out by Allen Peterson! When he fell heavily to the ground and screamed while covering his ass, everyone present was stunned. This strong man is tall and strong, at least two hundred pounds, but Allen Peterson just flung him away. How strong should Allen Peterson have? Only Ava Smith- knows Allen Peterson's strength, and she is proud of her husband's skill, but she is a little worried. Although Allen Peterson can fight, there are so many gangsters , and Allen Peterson alone is probably hard to resist. Not far away, Mountain Zeh was stunned and took two steps back subco

Instead of freedom, they sold him to an underground fight ring in a remote region. According to the rumors I heard, he was still young and strong. Therefore, the organizers forced him into constant bare-knuckle matches to repay his debts. When he was not fighting, he worked as labor. One mistake meant broken bones. His life now ranked below that of an animal. The arrogant hotshot who once treated everyone else as stepping stones had finally discovered what real hell looked like. I heard the news in the lab while we celebrated the official approval of our new drug. Hazel lifted her champagne glass and tapped it lightly against mine. "To you, Dr. Lunsford. And to Hopium."

He broke up with his fiancée for Christ's sake. No. He wasn't going to give up. Faith was his. Whoever her date was, he wouldn't lose to that guy. He was Anthony DeMarco, and he didn't like to lose. It was time to stop playing the nice guy. Faith didn't realize what he was capable of, so she thought she could leave him whenever she wanted. It was time to play dirty.

’ He showed it to Miss Hannah, ‘I’ve you seen this book before? The woman shook her head, her heart beats was getting to normal, ‘No.’ ‘You’ve never heard of a book called, “The return of the Gladiator King?” ‘No.’ ‘It’s one of the bestselling books. The book was written by a young Nigerian, imagine that. The book is about a young warrior who lived in Britain many, many centuries ago. The young warrior had a dream, a dream that changed the story of his life. He woke up freighted by it. Oh. Let me not say much about it before you read it. Can you read it to me?’

The‌n he said, "You're s‍tronger than I thoug‍ht you​'d be." ​ "I d‌on'​t feel strong." "You ar‍e. Most people w​ould've broken by now​. But you're still fi‌ghting. Still demandin‍g answe‍rs. Still refusing t‍o just accept thi‌s." He smile‌d sl‌ightly. "It's i⁠mpressive⁠.‍ And terrifyi‍ng." "Why terrifyin⁠g?" ​ "B⁠ecause strong people are unp​redicta​ble​.‌ And unpred‍icta‌ble peo‍ple ar⁠e dangero‌us‌.⁠"

he stopped at the door to look at us again. "What?" Viper asked. "She doesn't need us. Neither of them do. All we do is bring them down. They are too good for us and I think that deep down we all know it. That's why we ordered them around. That's why we kept them at arm's length. That's why we treated them like they were less than us. Just looking at them showed us what real strength is and we all know that deep down we are weak." he half smirked and shook his head.

Like metal claws dragging across concrete. I froze. My eyes scanned the area. Empty. Still. Too quiet. Then, from behind a concrete pillar, five men stepped out. Strangers. Tall, muscular, and... wrong. Their eyes were a strange, gleaming silver that glinted under the dim parking lights. Their skin was pale, their smiles far too wide. Unnatural. Who were they? I stumbled back, my hands instinctively covering my belly to protect the unborn child. One of them hissed low, revealing sharp, gleaming fangs—something no human should have.

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When I got home, I immediately sat in front of my laptop and searched desperately everywhere about the possible causes and reasons for all the uncommon stuff I witnessed, from the changes in his body to his quickness in action and his very extra strength. I swear, no normal human being could do what he did right there! No normal human would be that fast and that strong to prevent a person from falling on high ground without getting injured too! I looked for an extra notebook at the side of my table where there were books and notes lazily piled there so I could see them quickly and get them whenever I would be needing any of them. Holding a notebook, my hand accidentally shoved one of the boo

I hadn't seen him earlier on. Fuck, this was going to be a hard fight. I was reserving my energy for their head. My eyes glowed red and I snarled at him with bare teeth at the man and caught his arms when he tried to hit me. In my quest to dislocate his arms and leave him helpless, targeting other parts of his bulky body but he was far stronger than I thought he was. I had underestimated him. With one large swing, his fists connected with my jaws and I flew to the other side of the arena. I sat up immediately and stared in shock. How could he possess such strength? It was unlike humans.