Strong Sans Romane & Geschichten

She's my fiancée- he grabs my wrist tightly. -B- But," stammers the aunt. She pulls me away from this awkward situation without letting me speak, but I know she's going to see more awkwardness later. He takes me to the center of the forest and won't let go no matter how hard I try to struggle. He is hurting me, he is stronger than me. - Let go of me! - I demand to be left alone. I don't want him to touch me, I don't want him to hold me, I don't want to listen to him.

"Emotions are petty and fickle, Liam. Never let them drive you. Goals are what drives a man. That is true strength." "If it means being anything like you, I'll pass," I gritted out. "And you're wrong. Strength isn’t about tearing others down to build yourself up. It’s about protecting what’s yours. What you did wasn’t strength, Ronan. It was cowardice.” "Believe what you want, Liam. But the fact remains, you’re here, and I’m the one in control. You can cling to your ideals, they won’t save you. No one will." He said.

Back at the head of the power base, Eric and Adrian had their hands full with a growing army of reapers. Stronghold slapped his hands together, making a thunder clap that casted an oncoming portion of the reapers back. Only to be bombarded by several air born reapers with solar beams, pinning him to the ground his arms infront of his face and struggling to repel. His weight croddleng in the ground underneath his feet, stronghold seemed to be pushed to his limit.

He winced, rubbing his swollen cheek, the hoodlums scampered away in fright, when Mama Sarah shot them a cold look. Strong-Arm was flabbergasted, he looked at Mama Sarah with an incredulous look, “yo…u y…ou are in which level?” Mama Sarah chuckled and sneered, “you are merely a low-level Earth master, and you are acting high and mighty before me,” Strong-Armed shuddered and his legs wobbled, no doubt Mama Sarah was more powerful. “You think you are powerful.” a voice roared. And a young man dressed smartly, with his hair sprayed with blue colour, Strong-Arm eyes flickered in excitement, and retreated slowly.

"You are weak because you think a person's strength is the ability to fight... It's inside of you where the strength resides and you haven't found it yet. But you can be strong once you find it." "Hmm, yeah that makes sense... And thank you for coming to help me, Gloria. Sorry to drag you into this mess." "This mess is Marius's and he will answer for this, I thought Duke was the only one affected by the madness. Werewolves do not work with hunters it's a rule, it's an utter betrayal of our kind. My family is making a mess so the least I can do is clean it up, maybe I can look my ancestors in the face if I do this..."

Please stop Cristill I am sorry. I said, "I think I should have shown you my skills to yo the very first day when you tried to kiss me. But I haven't because I have promised my Mom that I am not going to lose my control. I am warning you, don't dare to make me lose my control. As I became a psycho puncher. Kevin shouted, "Shit....I can't move."

He spoke again, "No matter how smart they know you, that doesn't make me afraid to fight you, Eros—" Eros manage to scoffs to snap him, "If... if you're really strong, w-why did you two of us use something that can protect you? You... you used your tentacles to tighten your clutch on me. B-Because what? Because you know that you can't resist me, and you are consumed by the fact that from before, I am... stronger than you."

Jack asked again without giving much clarification. “Geez, could you be any more vague?” Aiden grumbled in annoyance. However, once those words left his mouth a powerful aura filled the car and caused his arms to tremble. He momentarily lost control of the vehicle as sweat streamed down his face. Aiden was a 4 Star Warrior. Granted, he wasn’t in the best of conditions, but he wasn’t weak. Jack’s aura was able to make someone like Aiden sweat profusely! That could only mean that Jack was stronger than he looked!

“I don’t want to impose–“ “Impose?” he cut her off sharply. Clearly not the best choice of word. “Is that what you thought all this while? You think you would be imposing?” he questioned without necessary needing a reply. “As stipulated in there,” he continued, pointing the file in Theresa’s hand. “You’ll stay in my house until after the biography is completed. Those were the terms of this contract,” he paused. “Theresa, this is not up for discussion,” he said sternly, hundred percent seriousness in his tone and walked out, not giving her any further opportunity to protest.

It stings like a bitch! ************