Stay Strong Demi Novels & Stories

She doesn’t say a word; she doesn’t comfort me or attempt to say the right thing, and I am thankful for that. Because there is no right thing she could say that will make this go away. Demi leans forward and kisses my shoulder. “Break until you cannot break any more, and I will be here to help you pick up the pieces,” she murmurs against my skin and it sends a shiver rippling through me. I turn my head to face her; the sincerity in her gaze eclipsing the pain hidden in her beautiful eyes. She’s trying to be strong for both of us, but at what cost?

It was me getting stronger. "I give!" She shouted before dramatically throwing herself to the ground and smacking the hard surface three times. "You are ready." Demetri climbed to his feet from where he had been sitting on the stairs of the basement, prepared to intervene should either one of us take it too far. "I agree." "Are you sure?" The desperation in my voice make me cringe when I realized how pathetic I sounded. The mate of a King should be strong and sure of herself, ready to take on the world and stand by her man through anything.

His amber eyes alight with flame and a howl of fury on his lips, Demetrius Strong took matters into his own hands, flinging himself forward to attack the approaching sorcerers. ***

“Oppa, aren’t you going to kiss me?” “I’ll kiss you every day for the rest of your life.” He shoves his lips to mine. So rough and unpleasant. I waste no time. I open my mouth slightly and start breathing in. He tries to pull away, but this is the only time I’m stronger. I grab the back of his head, forcing him in place. He is strong and could have been ranked. A valuable life to increase my internal yeo woo guseul or fox marble. The strong ones always smell and taste bad, but they give me more power. They have a more vital life force. He struggles to breathe, and soon his arms go limp, and I am holding him up by his hair until there is nothing left. His body falls limp to the floor, lifeles

But Stephon remained calm, soothingly reassuring Vicky that this was the final payment. Undeterred, Vicky continued to protest, refusing to back down. Gradually, he broke free from the snare, his resolve hardened. Stephon Moor was no more in his contact.

Jade comes outside with her hands up in the air, “what are you doing Remi!?” “Showing him that I’m not weak! Hey, do me a favor and record this!” “Why?!” “Just do it and I’ll explain later!” I laugh, still fighting with him so I remain in control. “Ready to tap out my handsome big tough, know it all mate?” He taps out and I release my legs, he’s gasping to catch his breath. “What is wrong with you?!” He shouts out. “Why can’t we be strong together?! I’m not weak, and I’ll never be weak.” I growl, going back into the Packhouse.

I was trying not to cry but she was making it so difficult for me. Timi asked mom and dad to go home and promised to stay with me through the night. Mom tried refusing but we all told her to go home and rest and she said she will be back first thing in the morning. She and dad kissed me goodbye, said their goodbyes and left and I was left with Timi. “hey you” he said “hey yourself” “I am glad you are safe” “Likewise; why are you standing there like I am contaminated or something? Come and get into bed with me”

She waited for him to finish with his shower and dragged him out once he put on a pair of knee-length loose cotton shorts. He was still immersed in his headspace and mechanically followed behind Demi. Demi was a tall woman who stood at 180cm and worked out a lot, so she had a strong wide back and equally muscled arms, a slim waist and a pair of long legs that were covered in black leather pants. She would look masculine if it wasn’t for her beautiful face. Needless to say, she was very popular with women. James watched as Demi made her way to their area with the other man in tow. It looked like he had not returned to his senses, even after all this time.

If my life was the price to keep my family safe, I would give it up without another fight. "What?" Demi asked, his dark eyes snapping with an unreadable emotion. "They poured water on you?" I gave a single, weak nod. Without saying another word, Demi turned on his heel. His presence was overwhelming, like a dark god preparing to march straight into war. He stormed toward the stairs, his heavy boots clicking sharply against the concrete. Yet, even as he marched away in a silent rage, he didn't unie the ropes. He left me trapped in the cold dark, bound to the chair, with no intention of ever setting me free.

"I've heard a lot about you." I turn to Demi. "You didn't," I say. "Oh, I very much did." She's grinning, leaning against the doorframe with her arms folded, looking extremely pleased with herself. And she's devastatingly gorgeous... Demi... dark skin and natural hair pinned up, wearing a red bum short she knows exactly what it does, and she looks between me and Soleil like she's watching something she's been planning for months unfold exactly on schedule. "He's a professional. He's clean. And before you say anything..." she holds up a finger, "I'll be right there the whole time."