Stronger By Ang Chris Novels & Stories

He couldn’t tolerate anyone disregarding his friend. However, he was a martial artist, and, in their world, strength recognized strength and respected it. Even he who was an expert, felt stifled by the aura emitted by Chris’s men. He knew that he had underestimated their abilities and that their skill was much higher than his. How could the aloof Lord sitting in a leisurely manner be any worse if his men were so outstanding?

he asked, forcing me to stare at him, “You're going to let go of yourself because of him?” “You don't know how strong our bond is.” “Stronger than a bond between mates?” There was mockery in his voice, but he was quite right. Being this stupid has only shown my weakness. I averted my gaze, turning to my back, “That's what I feel for him, but I guess it's always been a one sided love. I understand what you're trying to say. I'll try not to be so weak.” “I don't mean to sound harsh.” Chris confessed, looking away, “I'll get you something to eat. You must be famished.”

"Because I can't live forever with you. I mean, I could die while fighting, or I could die before you because of illness. I just want you to be a strong and independent woman." Agatha was silent for a while. She understood what Chris was saying. However, she felt a little sad to know that Chris was thinking too far like that. Since childhood, Chris has always been raised to be a strong and independent child. He rarely cried even when he was injured in a fight when he was young. And that habit made him look as powerful as he is today.

I tried to sound positive, even if my heart was still unsure. They nodded their heads in agreement. “That is right,” Chris said. “And like what we said earlier, we will not let anyone bully you. They will taste my wrath if they try. I will knock them all out if they hurt you.” He said it jokingly and even flexed his biceps. “Haha, Draven’s one punch would knock you out too, Chris,” Aby teased him immediately. Chris’s smirk faded as he gave her a deadly glare.

She wasn't done with him yet. "Oh sweet Mary mother of . . ." Chris mumbled. The blood in his cock was getting awfully confused . . . shortly after finishing its job, it was being called back into service so that it could . . . well, service. Anya had fit all of his meat back in her mouth, sucking, blowing and humming it back to full strength. Her delicate hands, which Chris had witness skewer a hellspawn through its midsection, were cradling his ball, encouraging them to mix more of the sustenance she craved. And her affections were beginning to take their toll, and Chris felt his manhood grow to maximum strength while still trapped in that perfect prison.

Christopher listened intently, his eyes never leaving mine, giving me his full attention and empathy. "At first, I saw stripping as a way to survive, to escape the pain and the memories," I admitted, my voice lowering as I bared my soul to him. "But as time went on, something unexpected happened. I found strength in it, a sense of empowerment. I became a different version of myself, someone who could take control, even in the face of adversity." Christopher's expression remained understanding, free of judgment. "It's incredible how you were able to find strength in such difficult circumstances," he said softly. "Your resilience is inspiring, Kate."

“That’s true. We also deserve a stronger opponent like Evolet.” “I’ve fought with my fellow girls before. I also deserve someone way stronger than me?” “Is she calling us weaklings?” They murmured, staring at Chriselda. Oh, she didn’t look happy at all. She fixed her gaze at me for some seconds and responded to my words, “I wasn’t done talking.” She beamed at the ladies, faking love for all of them. “You will all get a stronger opponent like him. I want to first see how tough you girls are. Evolet’s case is different. We have already seen her in action, that’s why I brought hers early.”

Chapter 63: Who is the person behind it all? Adam was seriously injured, so after waking up, he could not walk normally, he was angry and uncomfortable all day and his ideas, doctors and even his wife Diana became a place for him to release all his attacks. his anger. Mr. Anda came over, not even asking a question about his son, who gave him a painful slap. He loudly said: “Do you still have the strength to make such a ruckus? This idiot, do you know what you did, drink driving caused an accident. I thought that as long as you got married quickly, everything would be fine, but everything you do is just more chaotic.”

I think his name was Theo or something. His hair was wet and he only had a towel wrapped lose on his lower area. He looked very hot and angry. And oh he had some nice abs too. Wait is that some eight packs I see? Holy cow! He has eight packs and some ripped muscles too. As much as I wanted to look away, the drops of water on his chest trailing down to his v-line was calling on to me. Literally.

She smiled at him showing her gratitude and he said, "I know I am in no position to explain you, but still I want to tell you that I don't assume you as a bad mother. I can understand that this is as hard for you as it is for Kaal. You may never intend to give him birth, but you love him just like you loved Aura. I know because I can feel it, I can feel the change in your aura as you surround Kaal or talk about him which only shows how much you love him. People may fear you for their death, but I love you. People say you're powerful and that's why you're given so much respect, but I think haters have some dysfunctional diseases to live in their own dream world, because trust me there are a l