Stay Strong Demi Novels & Stories

“Have some rest. You can talk with Damien tomorrow.” The next day as she said, I found crutches near to my bedside as I stood up and grabbed them. Stabilizing myself a little, I walked out from the room. The long hallway welcomed me and I walked further near the glass railing. The entire house screams nothing else but luxury and money. Who was this Damien actually?

He just stared at me for a moment, then quietly said, "Hold onto me." Before I could even process what he meant, a firm lift under my knees sent me into his arms. The move instantly drew gasps and cheers from the guests. Amid the applause and floating petals, Melvin carried me straight to the center of the hall. I was still reeling from shock when I felt a steady hand supporting my forearm. Melvin whispered, "You can lean on me. If it really hurts, tell me. We can pause the ceremony for a moment. Your safety comes first."

and even reminds me of their characters and roles! Chris's looks were amazed and he held his eyebrows in disapproval while Claudia smiled and Josh commented with sympathy: Jimmy is a smart kid, he deserves full care.. but we know very well that he is very shy and tends to have a low tone with strangers.. Don't you think that gives the impression of weakness?

Even the most basic survival instinct was overwhelmed by the pain. Another prick of a needle sank into my shoulder before I saw that she held the syringe. Pulling my knees to my chest, I fought to maintain the dimming will to persevere. “It’s too bad that you are irrelevant. No one will miss you.” Demi said sardonically. Her words sank through and I knew that she was right. A heavy drunken buzz began to wash over me. I shook my head in defiance. Demi pulled me into a sitting position and then onto my wobbly feet, leading me to the door.

Harmony I was trying to prevent myself from shaking while I was staring at my laptop. I don’t know what to feel about a post on Friendbook related to me. While I was trying to calm down, I continued to stare at a photo posted with a mocking caption. It was me, standing on a stage while in the midst of holding back my tears. The caption says, "Wow, look at your dumb rich girl stuttering through a debate. Is that all you can do? "

Audella stated as she watched the two. Exciting? How is witnessing someone suffer exciting? "Isn't he gonna surrender or something? He might die in suffocation." Eleonna commented worriedly. Celeste chuckled at this. "I'm afraid the word surrender doesn't exist on Shaun's vocabulary," she said as she watched Shaun struggle to break free. "You see, Fumiya is the best in terms of fighting among us. He's fast, strategic, and undeniably strong."

said Milka answered Monic who looked a little sad and then Vika and Viki looked at each other and stood up and said to Monic "Calm down I'm sure if your husband goes to the labyrinth tower then he definitely won't take long to come back because I'm sure Liem will easily reach that stage" said Viki calming Monic "It's true that Liem we all believe he will easily finish the exam isn't your husband Liem currently the strongest person in Zeon so it must be very easy for him especially he is currently going with Samuel who is the strongest person before Liem's ​​arrival to Zeon" said Vika who joined in trying to calm Monic who looked gloomy but soon Monic was seen smiling and said

His grip was iron-tight, hurting me. "Enough!" he snapped. "Yvette, stop embarrassing yourself here." He shoved me hard. I stumbled back, my heel twisting, and I crashed onto the ground. My palm scraped the rough floor, and fire shot through my hand. Richard looked down at me coldly. "For Tristan's sake, I'll give you one last shred of dignity. But don't push me, or I won't hold back." He turned away as if I was nothing, then he wrapped one arm around Iris's waist and held Tristan's hand.

##Chapter 4: Cassidy Book One: Stay A low groan rumbles its way from deep within the mountain of pillows and blankets. "I don't feel good," the voice croaks. "I think I have the flu." I snort with about as much derision as I can muster. "What you technically have is called the twenty-four-hour booze flu," I singsong gleefully before yanking open the thick, ugly blue curtains covering our dorm room window and allowing bright sunlight to filter in.

I could feel his love for me, feel his strength. “Fight.” Yes. Fight. I had to. I had to find a way to fight. Zane was alive. He was okay. He was with me. I had to fight back. I had to get out of here. I couldn’t just sit by and let this awful man rape me. I was better than that. I was stronger than that. Zane was right. I was a warrior! And warriors NEVER gave up. But how? What could I do? Dememtrius was talking to me. He was inching his way up my body, his hard member sticking out like a thick, purple snake. He was telling me to open my mouth. I turned my head. My hands were cuffed.