Strong Sans Novels & Stories

"Which is?" He pulled out his phone and sent me a link without saying a word. I clicked it - and was immediately assaulted by an ad that screamed testosterone. ALPHA MAX: UNLEASH THE BEAST BOOST STRENGTH. STAMINA. SUPREMACY. ENDORSED BY RETIRED MMA FIGHTERS AND YOUR UNCLE WHO SWEARS BY GINSENG NOT RECOMMENDED FOR THE FAINT OF HEART OR THOSE WHO FEAR THEIR OWN POWER Everything was in bold red font, as if subtlety had been declared illegal.

Allen Peterson's tone is indifferent, and he doesn't pay attention to this person at all. The strong man was even angrier, his eyes were wide open, and he roared and slapped Allen Peterson. At the moment he waved, Allen Peterson suddenly stepped forward and was close to the strong man's body in the blink of an eye. The next second, he grabbed the strong man's arm with both hands and drank loudly: "Go back!" The strong man only felt a strong force that was difficult to resist, and the whole person flew involuntarily, but was thrown out by Allen Peterson!

Coming down on his haunches beside me he looked up at Groban for just a moment, "You know, even as kids I knew there was something about him. He tried to downplay his strength but every so often it would show itself, and as we grew up everyone could tell that Groban had an almost super human strength. Everyone merely put it down to good breeding, they looked at Ward and asumed it was because of him that Groban was so strong, but I mean look at me and look at him, you can clearly see that's complete bullshit." "So you allowed you're jelousy to turn you into this narcasistic bastard then?"

I grab it with a begrudging huff. “You’re strong,” I mutter, unable to keep the grudging respect out of my voice. “I get that a lot,” he says with a wink. I can’t help the flicker of embarrassment that creeps up my neck. I underestimated him. Just because his wolf is weak doesn’t mean he is. His strength is obvious now in his stance, in his reflexes. Every move he makes is packed with technique and control. He’s honed his body like a weapon. He’s earned it.

She strongly felt it wasn't exactly what he showed with his words. " Nothing, " She shook her head. '' Barbie! " His tone was full of warning. " If you'll not tell me things, don't expect it from me either. " She contorted her lips. He studied her face, " Some oldies of the family think I should marry a strong woman. " He said. " Strong! This means, who has six abs and could break the nose with one hit. " She mocked. He shook his head, " Tell mother next time if you don't wanna join them. I don't wanna see this look on your face again. " He said.

I said with a smile on his face. I smirked, "Get. Out." I commanded in the Alpha voice, which was as strong as ever. He immediately stood up, he stopped and looked at me. I had a smile on my face. "I may not be able to change, but I am an Alpha of the Strong bloodline. My command does not weaken simply because I am a woman.Their blood runs through my veins. I may no longer have the Strong name but I am a Strong. Now, do I have to use it. again?" I glared at him not daring to get any closer.

“ So, who do you think would win in a fight? Katherine or Ethan? “ Maya said brushing her ass against JJ’s pants. JJ carefully shooed her away and she sat and pouted on the cooler. “ Ethan, have you seen his muscles? “ Mabel swooned. I had the urge to beat the shit out of her for betraying me. How could everyone think that I was weak? I’d beaten many, many people bigger than me. It was just my frame that underestimated me. “ I’m right here, “ I growled. “ Oh, I don’t mean you’re not strong you’re just small. “ She explained. That pissed me off even more. I balled up my fist. Just as I was about to swing my first punch someone tapped me on the shoulder. It was Ethan. “ I’m sure you would, swe

I open my eyes as I scratch my eyelids. God I feel so weak. My legs feel weak and it's strange. What did I do to myself? Oh shit, now I remember. I had sex with a breath taking blue eyed, blond haired man last night. And it was awesome. Amazing and the best sex of my boring life. He gave me something Caleb couldn't give me for four years. An orgasm. Not just an orgasm, multiple orgasms and a wonderful night that I'm never ever going to forget.

He was made of pounds and pounds of muscles which threatened to burst through the fabric at any given time. His shaven hair was adorned with a full black beard and a face that was a reminiscent of Kratos, god of war. He was a complete replica as if he'd jumped straight out of a video game. Vladimir grunted at me. He said nothing more. "That's Kwame," Nikolai waved to the man next to Vladimir. "He's second strongest of the big three." Kwame was brown skinned and sported a stylish side fade low cut, with the top of his hair dyed a striking white.

"How do you know?" "Because I know you. I have known you for three years. You are the most stubbornly loyal person I have ever met. Do you really think some hypnotic suggestion from a dead madman is stronger than that?" A sound escaped Priya's throat that was somewhere between a laugh and a sob. "I do not feel very strong right now." "Strength is not about how you feel. It is about what you do. And right now, you are fighting back against something that was designed to be irresistible. That is strength."