Strong Sans Novels & Stories

The two of them had begun to fight constantly. In a video a friend sent me, Donovan kicked over a chair and snarled, "Amanda, didn't you say you could handle everything? Aren't you the big-shot businesswoman? Now we can't even afford a decent meal, and you've got me hiding in this dump eating pasta! I must have been cursed to believe you!"

“You’re weak! Too weak! “You used heinous ways to become a God of War, without even a proper foundation! Even if you train for another decade, you won’t be as strong as me, let alone now! “The moment you were born, your fate has already been sealed. I don’t blame you for being weak; I’m simply a lot stronger.” Salem then looked at the crowd. “Who else wants to fight me?” Salem’s strength was perfectly displayed to the public when he took down the Northwest Demon with ease. Who in their right mind wouldn’t be scared?

Please, let this be a joke. "Exactly and I'm serious." He says like he's reading my mind. "Oh, I... I'm really s-sorry. I'll bring it back when I get dressed." I stutter and overthink the words I just spoke out loud. I should let it wash first of course. When I'm nervous I sometimes talk weird stuff and stutter all the time. I hate to show it like this.

“The fuck did you just say?” K-9 shook his head. “I wanted to wait until all this shit was over and done with. I’m going to claim her, Wrath. What I feel for Chelsea … it’s big, it’s consuming, it’s fucking with my head. I can’t help how I feel about her. I don’t want to be without her and if you don’t like it … well … tough fucking luck. Get over it. I’m patching her.” “Does she know what that means?”

The earth shook beneath him as he struggled to regain his balance. “You may have power, Wendell,” I said, “but I have something you will never understand. I have loyalty, love, and the strength of my pack behind me.” With a roar, Wendell attacked me, his eyes blazing with fury. But I stood my ground, ready to face him head on. We clashed, each of us using all of our strength to gain the upper hand. Wendell was a formidable opponent, but I refused to back down. As we fought, I could feel Rhea vibrating in my chest. She was eager to join the battle, eager to sink her teeth into our enemy's flesh.

she reassured me, taking a sip from her cup. "Slim is like the king of this damn hellhole. Even when he isn't here, nobody tries to take his place. Fucking cowards," Blowjob Guy chimed in, and they all burst into laughter. "Then why don't you give it a shot, Zeek?" the redhead challenged, finally revealing his name.

“Turn your back to me and pull yourself up and down a few times. Slowly, OK?” “Sure.” He reached up with his massive arms and lifted himself. He chinned the bar, lowered his frame down. Up again, down again. And again. She felt her body heating up as she took the pictures, watching his muscles slide under his smooth skin. A sheen of sweat made him glow and glisten, and she longed to run her tongue over him. His tattoos rippled and his ass was perfect in those pants. He made it look so easy, too; it was obvious that his upper body strength was more than enough to lift his two-hundred-forty-pound frame with no effort at all.

P. I quickly explained that all of my knowledge came from one source only, my best friend Karsyn was a football fan and always dragged me along to watch the games. “Well if you ask me I’m glad you know who I am. The only problem now is I am at a disadvantage.” He said this so calmly yet his eyes showed a bit of flirtation in them. How could he Mr. MVP be at a disadvantage? He was famous and well known while I was nobody. I looked at him questioningly, “Why are you at a disadvantage?” He smiled as his eyes sparkled then leaned in closer and said, “While I find it flattering that you know me, it makes me wish I knew who you were. Now I have nothing to flatter you with.”

I said ushering Nellie towards the orifice of the prep room. Luther bowed and exited the stage. He walked towards us and we welcomed him with our congratulations. “Your muscles are col Luther,” Nellie said despite feeling all the tension in her body Luther jut nodded and patted her shoulders. Nellie sighed. She inhaled and exhaled and the focus in her eyes became evident. She smiled at us and readied herself to step in to the now fixed dais. “That was Luther Grucius Orien gentlemen, attribute, super strength belonging to the physical prowess category, class C level 5. There are so many promising mahò users today, so let us welcome yet another of these mahò users, Lady Antonella Locke!”

“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.