Strong Sans Novels & Stories

"Didn't I warn you all earlier? Frederick isn't an ordinary man. So far, I've never seen anyone stronger than him. Anyone who tries to deal with him ends up like this—no exceptions!" "Shut up!" Dustin used his strong arms to cover Jennifer's mouth, unable to contain his anger. Being a slender and delicate woman, she couldn't resist such a giant man. "Touch my woman again, and see what happens!" Frederick was filled with killing intent, and glared intently at Dustin. Dustin felt his heart sink under that gaze, but he still challenged, "So what if you're a Sovereign Grandmaster? You're just stronger than an ordinary person. Ultimately, you're still a mortal flesh and blood! You're not a god!"

“This is the gun I gave you, but you were too weak to use it.” I bit my lip, my breathing heavy. Weak. I was weak, I didn’t want to be weak. I wanted to be strong. “I don’t like weak women,” he continued, tracing my pussy with the gun. I couldn’t keep still. “I like strong women and I am going to make you a strong woman. I am going to make you mine, dorogoy.” “W-what do you mean by that?”

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.”

But everywhere in this stronghold, something was wrong. There was no medicine in the air. The home of an heir hanging by a thread, and not the faintest bitter smell of brewing herbs anywhere. I'd been through my adult shift; my nose is sharper than an ordinary wolf's. A stronghold this size without a single trace of medicine wasn't normal. And whenever the servants brought up Rowan, their faces went strange, words half-swallowed, like they were holding something back. And then there was what I saw with my own eyes. Over at the training ring, a broad-shouldered figure striding through, flipping the hunter sparring with him clean over with one swipe. That kind of force could shred a whole pack

From the clash he was able to tell a number of things. One, Mane was physically stronger than him. The boy’s seemingly insignificant strike carried a great deal of power, and with it came the strength to cleave planets in half. If it wasn’t for his wrist braces that were augmented with the strongest of materials and blessed by his wife, his bones would have been crushed under that menacing strike.

His grip was iron-tight, hurting me. "Enough!" he snapped. "Yvette, stop embarrassing yourself here." He shoved me hard. I stumbled back, my heel twisting, and I crashed onto the ground. My palm scraped the rough floor, and fire shot through my hand. Richard looked down at me coldly. "For Tristan's sake, I'll give you one last shred of dignity. But don't push me, or I won't hold back." He turned away as if I was nothing, then he wrapped one arm around Iris's waist and held Tristan's hand.

he stopped at the door to look at us again. "What?" Viper asked. "She doesn't need us. Neither of them do. All we do is bring them down. They are too good for us and I think that deep down we all know it. That's why we ordered them around. That's why we kept them at arm's length. That's why we treated them like they were less than us. Just looking at them showed us what real strength is and we all know that deep down we are weak." he half smirked and shook his head.

When he finally stopped, he wiped the sweat from his brow and whispered: “System.” A faint shimmer bloomed before his eyes rose-gold script floating in the air, delicate but resolute. Conviction: 57% Romanticism Points: 0 Upgrade Points: 0 The letters glimmered faintly, like starlight trembling on glass. Beneath them, the familiar parameters unfolded, his existence written in numbers and emotion. Strength (STR): 37 The measure of my resolve in every strike. The braver my heart, the stronger my fist.

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.

As soon as Adrian finished speaking, he leaped forward, clearing three steps in a single bound. Below, Andy stood stunned. Adrian's audacity left him speechless. While others climbed step by step, Adrian defied convention, vaulting over multiple steps at once. Andy couldn't help but admire Adrian's remarkable physical resilience. Adrian's strength was beyond comprehension. Even under the relentless pull of gravity, he remained steady, pressing forward. Unbeknownst to Andy, Adrian's body was naturally fortified, absorbing the immense forces with little effect. His physical strength alone could withstand these relentless attacks.