Quiet Strength Novels & Stories

The two energy streams quickly morphed into fists, each carried a thousand pounds worth of strength. Quincy was sure Zephyr could not withstand such a powerful attack. “This boy sure is bold! Is he not just 16 years old? Did he really think he could defeat us?” “Indeed, our lord is a Strength of level nine, one who’s at his peak even! He surely would have no trouble disciplining an unruly brat!” “Hmph, your little adventure has come to an end!”

I couldn’t speak until I was eight years old. Everyone in the Sterling family called me dumb. Even my mother would secretly wipe away tears, convinced she had given birth to an autistic daughter. Whenever my father looked at me, his eyes were filled with nothing but disappointment. However, for the sake of the family’s reputation, he could never bring himself to send me away to a special education school. Then came the day someone from a prominent hedge fund company arrived to acquire our family company, Sterling Group. He was so arrogant that he chewed out everyone in the boardroom until all of them hung their heads low. The room full of corporate executives fell silent, too terrified to

He murmured. "Why were you in the VIP hall with her?" She asked. He smirked down at her. She inhaled and released a long, slow breath, "Your silence will kill me one day." She hit her head on his chest. His harsh gaze bore into her, "Don't give me a look. I want an answer." She said as she squinted at him. "I need a weak point of her," He said. "Can her proud point work?" She asked. "And what's that?" He asked.

I grin slyly at her and she chuckles nervously avoiding my eyes. "Will do." she smiles and my grin broadens. "Hmm. People will die from shock when they find out you do know how to talk… a lot...” Or how absolutely adorable you can be. On second thought, I’d like to be the only one. "They know I can talk. They just always seem to distort my words making me look insensitive… so I choose to stay silent." "I see." she really is a strong. Sensitive and thoughtful. "Yuzuki?"

Desert yells, I turn to see Acre whip past me to get to Sky whos silently crying, "Oi get away from her" Desert spits as Acre wraps his arms around Sky, but sky sends her a "Shut up" look and reaches up on tiptoes and presses her lips to Acres. In that moment time stood still but what really shocked us was the strength of their connection, as he held her in his arms tremors could be felt underfoot, "They are causing earthquakes," Desert said stunned making me chuckle at her cuteness "come on sweetcheeks, time to go".

My name is Anthonia Obiajulum. You can shorten to Tonia and Juls. Whichever you like. I'm extremely friendly and love to talk about anything so you can always slide in the DM. This book is a work of fiction and all characters, incidents and organisations herein are fictional! This book is rated 18+. But I'll still say it again. It's not for kids please! It will contain explicit sexual content, and a lot of dirty words. I'll add more warnings if need be as the book develops.

Beatrice's voice suddenly rose, filled with joy. I chuckled softly and closed the window gently. Beatrice's boyfriend was in his thirties, yet he idled around without doing anything productive. The story about selling the family house was just a lie fabricated to lure young girls into sleeping with him. His only redeeming quality might be his mediocre talent for drawing.

Heartbeat steady. Energy smooth. Too smooth. Like a lake with no wind. And still water Can hide depth. Around 2:03 a.m., his lips move. Barely. No sound. Just shape. I lean closer. He whispers something faint. Too quiet to catch. But I feel it. Not power. Not spike. A frequency shift. Low. Subtle. Like something answering him. I press my hand lightly over his chest. The hum adjusts. Responds. Then settles.

There was only the sound of the wind against the glass, the soft rustle of sheets, and the overwhelming, beautiful gravity of being exactly where you were meant to be—wrapped in his arms, lost in the heat of a night that was only just beginning. We made it to his bedroom. We made it to that moment where emotional honesty became physical expression. And I realized that the hard part wasn't the physical intimacy. The hard part was allowing myself to be completely exposed. Emotionally and physically vulnerable with someone who could hurt me. But Eli was patient. He was present. He guided me through moments where my fear surfaced and I wanted to retreat into control. And by the end of it, I'd di

For a while, she was about to cry, but she stopped herself. She was always that kind of soft person, and now she is struggling to hide her weakness. I mean, in our world – kindness, softness, and everything related to feeling is a weakness that can be used against us. That's why we need to be the monster we are in order to get what belongs to us. "I've sent some werewolves to help the witches. It will make things easier for us if they succeed in killing the Hybrid. Liam for sure would lose it if something happened to his mate…" My mother was talking, while I decided to finish it for her,