Stay Strong Demi Novels & Stories

Seeing Selena hold his hand like they were a couple in love made Demi almost punch her face right there, in the middle of the street. She wasn't going to admit losing him for that girl. Never. It was true that they had broken up a while ago, and that he never gave any sign that he missed her whatsoever, but Demi was still holding on to the hope of winning him back. She always knew they weren't mates or anything, but she couldn't help but miss him all the time. She never gave up on him, not even for a second. Specially living and being around him every single day. It didn't help that she was part of his pack.

Callum said dryly and pointed at them. "Then how do you know his first name?" Jack asks Callum who suddenly had interest in the Daviot of a guy. "My mom always scare me with the Daviot story, how he's going to eat your flesh and devour your insides. She told me and my brother that story whenever we stayed out long enough for she to worry. During those days I heard whispers that Victor isn't a human, that he doesn't age. He's been living in the forest for two centuries." Callum ended his Daviot story.

Despite my protests, Anne still dragged me to the gathering. We had just reached the door of the private room when I heard Nathan's voice coming from the inside. "Oh, stop making a fuss. It's been so many years. Yvonne has said many harsh words, but in the end, she never really left me. She's just angry right now. "Once she calms down, she'll come running back to me like always." Outside, I bit the inside of my cheek so hard that I could taste blood.

Damien shook his head sharply. “I don't need your help,” he muttered. His muscles were very weak but he ignored it. “I can stand,” he said, supporting himself with his bedstand. Damien was stubborn. He didn't like accepting physical help from others. He always wanted to seem strong no matter what. He struggled to keep his spine straight as he walked towards the tent. You could even say he loved the pain. He believed that it built strength. Outside the tent, the Blackthorne wolves were reorganising after the chaos of the night before. Marcus and Alura stepped outside the tent to meet Damien.

Hal smiles. "She is everything to me, her name is Semira, that night, when I was on the bench, we just had an arguement. It was about her. She was convinced that I didn't love her. She always, since I met her, had always doubted herself and people's love towards her." Hal draws his lips into a line and smiles.

I had people I loved who needed me to stay strong. Damien gave my hand one last squeeze before we went separate ways. “Stay sharp. We are doing this together.” I stepped into the room with my head high. Inside the storm kept building. Amara Voss had stepped fully into the light. Richard and Sophia were free again. Everything had changed once more and the new players were even more dangerous than before. I would not let them break me. Not while I still had fight left in me and people worth fighting for.

He believed in Xiao Chen and was certain that Xiao Chen could do what he himself could not. “So, I’m certain he’ll be able to face the risks we can’t face!” he said softly, confident that Xiao Chen would surely accomplish what he himself had been unable to complete. He firmly believed that someone brave enough to walk the most dangerous path would surely emerge as a stronger and more resolute figure than ever before. Furthermore, he felt that Xiao Chen was someone who needed to grow strong quickly, as he might be the key to defeating their future enemies.

"The sun is down. The roads are clear now." "Mama, please," I pleaded, my voice thin and high. "Let me stay. Let me call Mr. Adebayo. We can hide." She grabbed my hands, her grip surprisingly strong. "No. No calls. No staying. Only moving." She looked toward the small, wooden cot where my brother lay sleeping. "You are taking Kian." Kian, 14 years old, curled up tight with his arm draped over a threadbare stuffed lion. The sight of him, innocent and trusting, was a blade twist in my gut.

This was his beloved mate. "What mate?" I asked trying to taunt him. 'Your mate dufus!' He said crankily. "She is not our mate." I said in a voice that sounded like a whisper. This is the first time, Darius would be this active and willing to participate in something. He was always very uninterested except when my older brother, Busto was around. Is this the power of mating my father was talking about? I couldn't get more angrier. The lady, that was invited sometime ago, said my mate was dead. Now, Darius is claiming this lady that just showed up from nowhere was our mate.

Demoni said with a smug. Haley wiggled with the last strength she had as she watched Demoni unbuckled his belt. "No…no…don't do this please don't". She whined as she pleaded but he showed no mercy on her. He gave his guard a signal and the thirsty men held both of her hands, adding so much pleasure that her wiggling became availed. They straddled her legs apart, enough for Demoni's figure to penetrate inside. He lowered his pants and his huge cock dangled out, It was huge in as much as his figure was bulky. He grabbed hold of his cock and directed it into her opened entrance. He grunted in pleasure as if he had found what he'd been looking for.