Strong Background Novels & Stories

"Maybe I was so focused on protecting you that I forgot to see who you really were." "And who am I?" "You're the strongest person I've ever known." I laughed, but there was no humor in it. "I'm not strong, Merald. I'm just too stubborn to die." "That's the same thing." "No, it's not. Strength is choosing to keep going when you have a choice. Stubbornness is not knowing how to stop." He reached across the table and took my hand, and I let him, just for a second, just long enough to feel the warmth before I pulled away. "I'm sorry," he said.

He winced, rubbing his swollen cheek, the hoodlums scampered away in fright, when Mama Sarah shot them a cold look. Strong-Arm was flabbergasted, he looked at Mama Sarah with an incredulous look, “yo…u y…ou are in which level?” Mama Sarah chuckled and sneered, “you are merely a low-level Earth master, and you are acting high and mighty before me,” Strong-Armed shuddered and his legs wobbled, no doubt Mama Sarah was more powerful. “You think you are powerful.” a voice roared. And a young man dressed smartly, with his hair sprayed with blue colour, Strong-Arm eyes flickered in excitement, and retreated slowly.

, I say, then ask. They look at each other before doing rock, paper, scissor shoot; Brandon was the first to lose, so he grabbed the piece of paper from the table before leaving. Holding in my laugh at the face he was making; turning towards the other two people, I passed me two papers, reading the paper. I saw it’s a club. There was a description for the club, but no name. “We’re having difficulty in picking a name.”, Zane says. “Well, this club is to bring dark and light creatures together, so why not stronger united?”, I say.

“Jesus, that’s—” “That’s how the men in our family are raised. To be strong, to take command, to demand what they want. There are many who strut about with puffed-up attitudes, but are weak on the inside, writhing in pathetic self-doubt. The St. Fonds have long realized that to achieve the strength we desired in our younger generation, their personalities must be forged from struggle. From that struggle, true character would be seized.” “And what if I hadn’t?” “What do you do with the runt of the litter, with the undersized vegetable? You throw it away.”

"He does. Of course, he does!" "No." My laugh was cold and sharp, my voice steady but cutting like glass. "I don't think he does." I let my eyes sweep across the room before landing squarely on Richard. "Because his father has no morals. And Tristan himself is shallow, greedy, and even ashamed of his own mother. I don't want my school tainted by people like that."

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

“That depends. Do you want to hear what he has to say?” “Part of me does. But I’m scared. Scared I’ll forgive him too easily. Scared I’ll forget everything he put me through.” I looked up at Elder Thorne. “How do I know if I’m being strong or just being stubborn?” “Being strong means protecting yourself even when it hurts. Being stubborn means refusing to hear the truth just because of pride.” He sat beside me. “Only you know which one you’re doing.” Before I could respond, another knock sounded. This time, Dax opened it to reveal a woman I didn’t recognise. She was beautiful in a cold way. Platinum blonde hair. Violet eyes. A smile that didn’t reach her face.

He leaned in further, his voice dropped into a whisper that only I and his high-ranking companions could hear. "I don’t like anomalies, Elvira, in my pack, anomalies are vulnerabilities and I don’t tolerate vulnerabilities." "I’m not a vulnerability," I hissed, though my knees felt weak because i myself wasn't sure with what i am now with this weird strength and mark on my back. "I’m just a girl who’s tired of being bullied. If you want to know why I’m strong, maybe it’s because I’ve spent fourteen years learning how to push back against things much heavier than Priscilla."

Adrian stood by the far wall, arms crossed. “And you do not trust it.” I looked at him. “I trust it.” “But.” “But I do not trust what it looks like.” He nodded slightly. “Explain.” “Stability is not always strength,” I said. “Sometimes it is the absence of pressure.” Marcus looked up. “You think it has not been tested.” “Yes.” “Not recently.” That was the concern. The system had become strong through challenge. Through uncertainty. Through variation. Now. Those pressures had reduced.

The world narrows. There’s dirt beneath my back. His weight above me. The scent of sweat and leather and him. My pulse stutters. “You hesitate.” he says quietly. “Strategizing.” “No.” His thumb brushes lightly along the inside of my wrist. “You feel.” My breath catches. “That’s not weakness.” “No.” he agrees softly. “It’s distraction.” His head lowers slightly - not kissing. Hovering. “You’re strong.” he continues. “But strength isn’t just force. It’s endurance. Control.” His knee shifts slightly between mine. My body responds before I can stop it. Heat coils low in my stomach.