Stronger Novels & Stories

“ But if you had my power you could win in a fight with anyone. You are the strongest one here.” He stops in his tracks in front of me thinking about what I said. Taking this opportunity I took my leg behind his right leg and left it out from under him. Knocking him to the ground. Shock spreads across his face. Without giving him the chance to retaliate I stomp my right foot into his gut making him curl up holding his stomach. Giving him one hard blow to the head I managed to knock him out cold. Jackson really needed to start inquiring stronger men because that was just sad.

“ It’s very possible, just hard to attain, “ he huskily said. I could tell from the tone of his voice his mood had gone down. I wonder if it had anything to do with his mother. He slammed the cooler shut and walked away. “ Next time slam it a little harder, “ JJ shouted. Why couldn’t he just shut up sometimes? One day, he was going to say that to the wrong person and get killed. “ 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 thin

So the young nice waitress tried to escape Hana’s hug. On the street, Sugai aggressively kicked his leg against the tree and then immediately jumped up and down, hugging his leg, his mouth constantly rubbing "It hurts", physiological tears welled up in the corners of his eyes. He wished he had super powers, released all his ranger stored in his body. There was a lot of work that he had to finish but those two people were constantly causing trouble.

* "But it's stronger!" *It's older. More established. But I'm more compatible. More adaptable. More willing to change. That gives me power.* Through the bonds, I felt her gathering strength. "What do you need from us?" *Keep working. Keep rebuilding. The faster you eliminate foundation, the weaker the Structure becomes.* "And in the meantime?" *I fight. I hold the line. I prove I'm strong enough.* She sounded certain. Strong. Older than before. "We'll work as fast as we can. We'll free you."

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Slim I sat next to her on the cliff, handing her a cup of water. Surprisingly, my nerves relaxed as her fingertips unintentionally brushed against mine, and I resisted the urge to sigh in frustration. There was something intriguing about her. She exuded an aura of tranquility wherever she went, and it was slowly affecting me. She smiled at me, but her eyes didn't reflect the same joy. I could tell something was weighing heavily on her mind. "Thanks," she said, her voice shaky with the impact of her thoughts. I could sense her anxiety consuming her.

She reached out—fingertips brushing my cheek. I slapped her hand away. Her smile shattered. "You call this strength?" Her voice slithered out, a sound like serrated steel dragging over bone. "You believe love is power? That pitiful life squirming inside you is no shield—it’s a flaw. A slow, screaming weakness." She leaned closer, her breath rancid with something spoiled. "I won’t just touch you, little mother. I’ll peel you open to watch it die first." My stomach twisted, instinct screaming. I took another step back, hand cradling my belly.

“Agreed.” “And we need to be ready for something stronger than what we have already faced.” Silence. Then— “Define stronger,” Adrian says. I look at him. And I do not soften it. “Not one of them,” I say. “Not even many of them.” “Then what?” “Something that does not need to force its way through.” Silence. Then— “That sounds worse than everything else combined,” he says. “Yes.” The anomaly moves again. Closer. Not aggressively.

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“That’s not what you call someone who’s making you feel like this.” My breath caught, my body still reacting, still caught in his control. “Then… what do I call you?” I asked, my voice softer now, uncertain. He leaned closer, his presence overwhelming, his voice dropping into something slower—deliberate. “Use something that fits,” he said, his grip tightening slightly as he thrust deeper again, making my thoughts scatter. “Something that shows you understand exactly what I’m doing to you.” “Nnhh… oh God…” I let out helplessly.