Strong Sans Novels & Stories

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.

I’m not strong and I’m not cute. "God!" I blurt out, my fists clenching and my eyes aching as I hold back my tears, "You never listen to what I have to say! I'm strong. I'm doing everything right. I'm as good as any alpha and I can do anything I damn well please!"

SIENNA My throat suddenly felt too dry as I glanced at Sylvester. My heart beat increased frantically and I was almost sure that I was going to have a heart attack. He was shirtless, the towel hung low from his waist and my eyes lingered longingly on his muscled chest as he used another towel to dry up his wet hair. I tried swallow past the lump in my throat. For some reason. I was unable to move from where I was. I was unable to even breathe. I looked him and sighed.

So, I ignore the warning bells that ring in my head and start to approach him, goading him with the small distance and us "Just focus on getting your treatment, since we are nothing to each other, my love life should be none of your concern." "Love? You love her?!" He spits out the word like a curse. He lurches at me with his free hand, and even though I'm already expecting it, I didn't think that he possesses this degree of strength, that causes me to trip and land face flat on his thighs. How the fuck is he so strong, aren't the medications meant to weaken him?

The Wild willows’ secret which they kept well. Alpha Justin wasn’t always sick, he used to be the strongest warrior of Wild Willows and the only one with the Alpha’s blood running in his veins in the pack. He had won the Wild Willows the name ‘strongest pack’ in the days of his glory and strength before the misfortune befell him. He fell victim to poisoning which eroded his immune system and left him pale and sickly. “You know you shouldn’t be standing for long, and by the window at that. What if you catch a cold?”

He said mockingly. "Hahaha, sounds funny to me, hey that wasn't my question though!" "Oh I'm sorry, well I can't really explain it in detail as it is a very deep concept, but it simple words I can see your soul. It's an ability you can learn once you hone your skills to the highest level possible." "Ah, I see, interesting, hey teach me that too!" "Oh, it's going to take you more than a few years to get there but seeing your soul strength maybe you can pick it up. It's an extremely useful skill in combat, it helps you to analyze your opponent's power thus making it easier for you to expect their next move."

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.