Stronger Novels & Stories

I howl and point to the floor where my drawing is “No, Mama! Daddy needs my picture!” “Leni, now’s not the time for tears, honey. Now’s the time for strength.” Mama hugs me tight and carries me up the stairs. “One day, those nasty old worthless assholes are going to see how strong you are and they’re going to regret treating you that way. I promise.”

“You aren’t strong enough to do that.” A redness crept up into his face and I knew he was pissed. “Mad about it?” Sky asked him. “Of course I’m fucking mad! You just said…!” She stood up. “Good. You should be. But don’t be mad at me. Be mad at yourself. At your own inadequacy. You want to do something about? Get better. Get stronger. Show me…show him…that you have the power to back that attitude up. You’re Gamma after all.” Stepping off the mat, she crossed her arms over her chest. “You should be giving your Alpha a run for his money. Not some no name asshole who can’t keep his emotions in check.”

I felt a slight pressure on the barrier and increased my focus so it wouldn’t give way. “Not bad,” Lucas muttered as he continued to probe the dome-like presence in my mind. I didn’t want to admit it, but the compliment felt good. I flinched when Lucas applied more pressure to the barrier from multiple points. He commented softly through the onslaught, “Let’s see how strong you really are.”

"You think you can challenge me? I am stronger than you, you can't kill me!" The warrior's eyes narrowed, his gaze unwavering. "Strength is not measured solely in physical prowess, Mimi," he replied, his voice carrying the weight of authority. "True strength lies in loyalty, in compassion. And it is because of these virtues that you have failed as a member and warrior of this pack."

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I roar. I fucking roar like a lion at the scene in front of me. My blood is boiling. My heart feels like it would bursts out of my fucking chest. I can’t even, fuck! Fucking fuck, fuck, fuck! I clench my fists so damn hard I’m sure it’ll bleed soon if they don’t fucking stop. They should have stopped, like five seconds ago. Or, my fisted hands won’t be the only thing bleeding ....

Lorenzo shouted. "I'm sorry, sir but that's not possible. This is your new home now." Anna smiled. Lorenzo growled as he tugged the chains further., "Listen here, you psychotic bitch, you're going to untie me now and let me go or I'll kill you and your pathetic family." He hissed. The chains on his right hand broke and he immediately grabbed Anna by the neck. Anna used her hands to try and pry of his hand but he was too strong. "P-please." Anna whimpered.

Building the foundation of something that felt genuinely sustainable. The leather of the couch was cool against my back, but everything else in the room was burning. Eli was a heavy, solid weight pressing me down into the cushions, his hands framing my face like I was the only thing in the world that mattered. I could feel the ragged rhythm of his breathing against my neck, a hot, steady pulse that matched the frantic drumming in my own chest. "You have no idea," he rasped, his voice vibrating deep in his throat. He pulled back just enough to look me in the eye, and the intensity there was staggering—a mix of raw hunger and something so fiercely protective it made my breath hitch.

Stronger this time. Mira’s breath caught as a wave of sensation moved through her, sharp and undeniable. It was not just awareness. It was direction. Kade was closer. Mira’s heart began to race. “No,” Mira whispered, shaking her head slightly as if that could stop it. The bond did not listen. It pulled. Harder. Mira took a step back instinctively, as if distance could weaken it. It did not. If anything, the resistance seemed to make it stronger.

Bright

“I’m here for a tattoo.” He leaned back, arms folding across his broad chest. The motion made the fabric of his shirt strain. “You? A tattoo?” He laughed, low and cruel. “Let me guess. Tiny heart on your wrist? Or maybe a quote about ‘strength’ in some flowery script so everyone knows how deep you are.” I pulled out my phone and showed him the design. “Lower back. Crescent moon with vines. I have the reference.”