Stay Strong Demi Novels & Stories

Her white tank top exposed her midriff and flaunted her pierced bellybutton. “Oh, hi, Mr. Waylon,” I said, forcing a tight smile and grabbing his extended hand halfheartedly. I ignored Kenzie’s hand with a curt nod. “Come in.” With a frown, I went to sit in my chair. “It’s hard to get hold of you these days.” Desmond Waylon—the old bat—who lost my respect the moment I learned about his girlfriend, grinned. “We were passing by,” he waved his hand, “and thought we’d drop by,” he said as if talking to an old friend.

Elroy moved away from Infinity and placed his ear on her still-flat stomach. "Hey, buddy!" Elroy said. He was a little bit emotional. "Thank you for not giving up and staying with your Momma." As Elroy remembers the things that happened to them these past few weeks, he couldn't help but be thankful that their child fought and stayed with them. He can't help but be emotional.

For a moment Gary felt like that gaze could tear his heart out and once he realized that James' gaze was capable of frightening him, he quickly averted his gaze and said again, "He's alone out there anyway. No matter how powerful he is, he won't get away easily." "Besides, Evan De Kruk's strength has improved a lot compared to when he was defeated by you and Riley Mackenzie. Right now, Prince De Kruk is not afraid of anything and will exert all his strength to win from you or from General Mackenzie," Gary continued, without daring to look at James directly. Gary's words were not without reason. It was also proven by the defeat of the Ans De Lou Kingdom. He proved to be able to divide the sol

“It’s possible, I guess.” Demi looking through some spaces in the logs. Making as little noise as possible, she shifted one to look out. “I think we are good.” She whispered as she stepped out. It felt amazing to stand up and stretch my legs out. There was a huge kink in my neck and shoulders that would take some time to loosen up. “Might as well keep walking in the same direction.” I said, looking around. “Probably right.” Demi sighed and took the lead. Every now and then, she would pause and listen before she kept going.

I was sure of that. Then Demie took the stand. Her voice shook as she revealed the torment, the manipulation, the abuse. She cried through most of it, but she didn’t break. Not this time. Nevertheless, she didn't leave out anything. She was slightly pale, but her eyes we're clearer than the last time, and I knew she was making progress in her recovery. She was so strong. I couldn't help but be proud of her.

“He threw a bottle at someone staring at him!” “Well wouldn’t you! He was majorly creepy staring at him and he did mouth off at him.” “He’s bad news, he’s so not good enough for you, Jordie, and you don’t even know the guy, not really.” “I know his sister though!” Jordan hissed pointing down the corridor to see Demi Hamilton walking up and glaring at the people in her way. Demi was a force to be reckoned with and even though like Derrick they had never spoken she was both terrifying and beautiful.

When the time came for my acceptance speech, I stood on the stage with the reward in my hand and looked out at the audience. So many young, bright, hopeful faces filled the hall. "Once, I believed marriage was a safe harbor. Because of someone who did not deserve it, I nearly lost myself and my life." I paused. "But later I realized something important. No one should live as someone else's accessory. The pursuit of one's own value is the only thing that lasts. "This award belongs to me, to my team, and to everyone who refuses to surrender when life turns against them. "No matter what you face, remember this. You always have the strength to start over."

She gently placed her hand on the woman’s Marley looked at the unconscious woman and saw how her features resembled Jonathan's a lot. She smiled a bit and opened her mouth to speak. “Your son is a strong man, he's holding himself together well for you and his company. I can tell you are a strong woman so please for him you have to make it. You don't know me but I'm Marley and I'll be here for you and your son” said Marley with a smile gently letting her hand go and turning and leaving

Arthur sighed before Diana smiled. “You don’t think that Damien will be settling down, do you?” she asked him before the Gamma shook his head. “Not in the least,” “Come on, give him some credit. Damien might be looking like a slacker but if anything, he was the fourth-strongest among you. You might need him later on if anything happens to the pack,” Diana said before Arthur snuggled against her neck, breathing in her scent. “Why are you so damn nice?” he mumbled before Diana chuckled lowly.

“I don’t want to hear I told you so.” “You won’t,” Demian said. His voice had no edge, no mockery. Just quiet certainty. “What I will say is—you’re stronger than this. Stronger than them. Don’t let them see you bleed.” I huffed a broken laugh. “Bit late for that.” He leaned back slightly, his gaze on the stars breaking through the clouds. “Then make sure when they look again, they see fire instead of tears.” The words sank deep, sparking something small but defiant in my chest. Fire. I could be fire. Even if I was cracked, even if I was raw—I could still burn.