Strong Background Novels & Stories

"Listen to me you filthy creature. I don't know who you are and I don't care. But let me make this clear to you and your thick skull." I leaned in closer and she turned away in fear. "You will never be my mate. Ever. I am an Alpha and the last thing I need is a pathetic, lowlife, good for nothing, weakling like you..."

Unexpectedly, Ding Hao was attacked so severely by the black and strong young man, and the stones on the ground supported by primordial inscriptions, which were like refined steel, had been completely broken. As for that black strong young man, his arms might have at least more than 30 million jin of strength. What was Ding Hao's origin? His own physical strength was just abnormal. How could the friend he was with be so abnormal? Ding Hao was also shocked. Although he had noticed that Zhang Fan's physical strength was extraordinary, he didn't expect that he was that strong.

Nahlela When Timi pitched me his ridiculous proposal or business arrangement or whatsoever at Chambo Masters, I got so angry and left. As I was stepping outside, a bike was just from dropping someone there so I took the bike and went home. When I heard a knock on the door, I thought it was one of my neighbours, so I opened the door without asking who it was. I was about slamming the door in his face but he blocked it with foot and then he let himself in. I wanted to unleash all my anger on him, I wanted to hit him, bite him, strangle and do anything and everything possible to inflict pain on him but I was normally not a violent person and most unfortunately, I didn’t even have the strength t

and If you fail you will die velliam:- I don't have any choice if i don't do it I live terrible life I am ready I don't care if I die goddess:- very well then raise your head I have to send you to demon world and one thing more there 5 years are equal to 5 days here (then she touch her head and he send to demon subconscious world) pokeri:- what is the mean of strong and become strong I am talking about mentally goddess:- look poke in life we face so much thing lossing somebody, death of people we care about,betray,failure,problems when this kind of thing happen we start feel weak and wish to die because that thing keep hurting us and when we are weak we just breakdown so easily and our probl

She quickly masked it, a stunning flash of rage crossing her face. "Do you think being a monster makes you strong, Agony?" She bit back, fury coming off her in waves. "Let me tell you what being strong really is. It's about seeing your father killed and wanting to curl into a ball of misery, but you keep going. It's about seeing all recognition of you disappearing from your mother's eyes until it breaks your heart, but you keep going. It's about traipsing half way around the world with a bunch of strangers who could kill you with one flick of their wrists, but you're needed so you keep going. That is what being strong is all about, not throwing your weight around, and killing everything you

“Because I can tell you’re carrying this whole thing on your own, and it’s going to break you if you don’t let someone in.” I frowned, his words hitting closer to home than I liked. “I don’t need anyone to carry my weight. I can handle it.” “I don’t doubt that,” he said, his tone surprisingly earnest. “But there’s a difference between being strong and being stubborn. You’re both, and it’s going to get you killed if you’re not careful.” I didn’t respond, the words I wanted to say stuck in my throat. Instead, I looked back at the fire, the crackling flames a welcome distraction.

she quickly said and bent her head in sincerity awaiting her fate. "Oh! So you want to push me down?" He asked and she immediately perceived the stench of alcohol. It was not as though she was surprised because she expected it, but the influence on him that day, was stronger than she had ever seen before. She was too petrified to even make eye contacts with him. His deep yet steady and quite coherent voice rang through. His dark skin and evenly crafted lips of black and pink parting danced about as words flew out from his mouth.

I remembered what my grandmother told me when I got bullied in school, “My child, be strong.” “But Lola, I’m not strong. I couldn’t even fight back,” I replied in between my sobbing. “Apo, strength is not about having the force to push people or beating them; most of the time, strength is measured by how much pain and suffering one can endure without completely losing character. If you are kind, stay kind no matter how cruel the world may be; never let others change you just because they’re different from you. That, apo, is true strength.”

“You did not hide. You did not show fear. That is strength.” I looked down at my hands. “It did not feel like strength.” “What did it feel like?” I let out a breath I didn’t realise I had been holding. “Like I was held together by a thread.” Kael’s expression shifted slightly. Not pity. Understanding. “Strength is not the absence of strain. It is the refusal to break.” The fire crackled behind us, the sound warm and close. I lifted my gaze. “So what happens next?” He didn’t hesitate.

He said briefly. With each passing moment, the tension within me grew by a thousandfold. “You can let me know when you make up your mind. But remember, this is your calling.” This is hard. I have a life here. I have him, Oriel, Liza, Fiona and these are my world, my people, the ones that make me want to do better. I've always thought my exceptional strength was because of too much training, and when it got heightened recently, I didn't let it bother me.