Strong Language 소설 & 이야기

I could hear the Zargans speaking anxiously as this fight got more serious by the second. “Overpower!” He shouted as he became even stronger. “I may be cocky but at least my mother wanted me! I wasn’t just thrown away like rubbish!” I knew that his strength was amped up so any physical punches he landed on me were going to be very painful. Oh boy. Those punches are really gonna hurt!

"Your methods of training are so unconventional but I know you don't hate me. " I want you to know that I didn't mean to hate you." "I know but those methods are archaic. Nobody chops wood these days? I do not understand how those logs of wood were even carried." He chuckled, staring at me with bright eyes. I only glanced at him for a minute, hiding the blush on my cheeks. "Manual labour is quite a thing around here. Strength is one thing you must have. Some have strength twice as much, not everyone has the same level of strength. Great strength comes from rage and if it is controlled,your strength can be put to good use."

“Why did you abuse that girl?” “The strong have to enforce the proper way of life.” He spat, then wiped his face with his shirt. “You think you’re strong?” “I’m stronger than her!” “You’re only stronger than her because she’s a child and hasn’t shifted yet. You know what that makes you? Pathetic. The strong are supposed to protect their pack, especially the children.” “The strong should take what they want, and the weak should serve them,” Abe interjected. “Shut up, Abe.”

He just looks me dead in the eye and says, “Because only the strong get to negotiate.” My throat tightens. “If you want to stop being forced,” he adds, “then stop being weak. Otherwise, you will always be forced to accept.”

"You don't have to feel strong to be strong." "What does that mean?" "It means strength isn't a feeling. It's an action." "What action?" "Getting up. Taking a shower. Eating food. Talking to your friends." "I don't want to do any of those things." "I know. But you're doing them anyway. That's strength." Someone knocked on my door. Sandra went to answer it. "Christian," she said when she opened the door. "Jane doesn't want to see anyone right now." "I know. But I need to see her."

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

I winced but took another sip, because at least this pain was physical, and it distracted me from the hurricane ripping through my mind. All my life, I’ve been strong. People like to romanticize that word—strong—as if it’s some magical armor. But they don’t understand what it really means. It means you’ve been tested again and again, and every time you survived, even when you didn’t want to. It means you’ve learned to hide the cracks so people think you’re made of stone.

Not just failed, but turned into the very confrontation he'd tried to avoid—facing wolves stronger and more determined than anything he's capable of handling. When Storm and I shift back to human form, Bradley's conspirators are dead and Bradley himself is bloodied but alive. "That's for thinking you could hurt our mate and get away with it," Liam pants, dragging Bradley to his feet despite his injuries. "And this is for being too much of a coward to challenge her honorably." The punch that follows sends Bradley sprawling, blood streaming from his nose as he struggles to remain conscious. "You want to know the difference between real strength and cowardice?" I ask, hauling him upright again.

“Say no when you mean no. Tell me when you change your mind. If you want protection, ask loudly. If you don’t, we build you strength and systems so that you don’t need to ask.” “Strength and systems,” I echoed. “That sounds like a corporate training.” “It works in houses, too.” His mouth ticked. “Systems look like: escort to your car after close, safety codes like Todd's ‘check twenty-three,’ dowels and latches, lighting, a new routine so he can’t map you. Strength looks like: we teach you to throw a man twice your size, you learn to read a parking lot, you stand in a room and don’t apologize for taking space.”

Weakly. “No.” Sienna said. Fierce. Passionate. True. “You’re. A fighter. You. Survived. Losing. Your. Parents. When. You. Were. So. Young. You. Rebuilt. Your. Life. You. Helped. Me. Through. Everything. You’re. Strong. Lora. Strongest. Person. I. Know.” “I don’t. Feel. Strong.” Lora whispered. Small. Vulnerable. Real. “Strong people. Never. Do.” Sienna said. Soft. Wise. “They. Just. Keep. Going. Anyway. That’s. What. You’ve. Done. That’s. What. Makes. You. Strong.”