Strong Background Novels & Stories

“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."

Green sincerely and turned walking away with the nurses Jonathan looked down as he walked around slowly, he let out a low growl of anger and punched the wall hard. Marley jumped at the action as she watched him lean his head against it. She took slow steps and without thinking reached out, placing a gentle hand on his back and rubbing. The girl felt his back tense up at her action but slowly went away, Marley smiled a bit and watched as his breath eased, and then turned to face her. “It will be okay I'm sure you're mom is a strong woman, just don't let those bad thoughts get in your head,” said Marley softly and rubbing his arm gently

"Not in the way they wanted." She'd held. Through the shoulder in the hallway, the spilled coffee, the spaghetti—she'd held every single time and given them nothing to work with. That was a kind of strength most people never had to develop because most people never needed it. But strength had a limit. Everyone's did. "They'll keep pushing," Soren said, quieter now. The promise in his eyes was the dangerous, patient kind — the kind that didn't need to be loud. "I know," I said.

Stronger than ever. Ready for whatever came next.

He had to be strong. ******** Tabby

“I need to know someone’s got them if this… gets worse.” Patrick exhaled slowly. “I’ve got them.” Sophia nodded. Even though he couldn’t see it. “I know.” She leaned her head back against the door. Still shaking. Still listening to Dominic on the other side. But not alone anymore. Because sometimes— Strength isn’t about fighting back. It’s about holding the line— Until you can figure out your next move.

“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.

I stretched and felt strength return to every part of my body. My life had only just begun.