Strong Sans Novels & Stories

He looks like some kind of sun-kissed prince—if princes were capable of bone-crushing death grips. The man beside him, the one who smells like cedar and dark spice, lets out a low, dangerous growl. “Fuck.” My gaze snaps to him. Unlike the golden prince, this one is all sharp angles and deadly edges. His black hair is cut short, his jawline razor-sharp, and his stormy gray eyes are filled with something unreadable—anger? Frustration? Hunger? “We need to talk,” he says flatly. His voice is like gravel, rough and commanding, and he’s already reaching out, grabbing the other two by the arms to pull them toward the door.

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.”

Not only did he not want to appear weak in front of his enemy, Hugh Fleshy also maintained his pride as a man who would never back down before he was completely unable to. "Crown Prince, don't think I underestimate you, that's just wrong," Bill said casually. Hugh raised his eyebrows, "Then what is your purpose?" "I don't like fighting weaklings. It won't be fun," Bill said so calmly. "What do you mean?" Hugh's eyes rounded again. "Beating a weakling doesn't make me anything. I'd rather fight someone strong," Bill replied. Andrew Reece, who was listening to the short conversation, just shook his head.

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."

“Why not? Why can’t I go?” “Per the agreement. While you’re carrying my child, you’re to stay with me. Think about it, Sierra. You’re safer with me. I won’t let them hurt you,” he said with force, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Wait—why should I do that? I already told you—I’ll carry this baby, but I want nothing to do with you.” “Why are you being so stubborn? Don’t you realize what’s happening to you? You think I don’t know every change you’re experiencing right now?”

"But small. Like snack, not meal." I watch it cook in the fire with interest. "Why are you so kind to me?" I ask out of the blue. I'm feeling particularly brazen today. He looks over at me through his peripherals. "Do I have a reason not to be?" he asks me. I don't know what to say to that, so I just settle for saying nothing. "You are a good companion. Loyal. Trustworthy. Strong. A strong man needs a strong woman to bear strong children." I'm confused by the sentence. What does he mean by 'strong man needs a strong woman to bear strong children?

(Suchong) Delivering the new customer order, Suchong joined the conversation and delivered the fact to the skeptic young man, who in the crowds were seen as the only one that didn’t buy the absurdity of what had happened yesterday. No one really can blame his if he is just decided to not believe the yesterday feat, after all, not everyone can settle their mind to accept that there is just someone insanely strong out there.

He hug her so tight but not tight enough to hurt her. Wolfs especially the supreme alpha have supernatural strength, they are so powerful that if they hold something or someone without care that person or someone will break. The moment their body made contact there was a spark that erupt from their body, a spark that can be coursed only by the mate bond. Catrina struggle to set herself free from his tight embrace, she twist and turn her petite figure but to no avail. The alpha is stronger than her and there us no doubt in that. "Stay still Catrina I promise I won't hurt you" he promise his human mate but the girl still didn't stop, she wants to be anywhere but here.

Sapping and Miss Sullivan awing at them; not wanting him upset, I quickly think of a name for him and once I have the name, I tell him. “Aaron is your new name, end, which means mountains of strength.” Both of them smile at his new name while taking a quick glance over his clothes to see them worn out and his feet bruised to no end, just like Jessica. While Jess keeps him busy with the ten thousand questions, neutral-looking, she asks him; I head over to her room and grab a neutral-looking outfit from a small closet as she tells Aaron something. “You can’t call mama or me mistress.”