Stronger Than Death Novels & Stories

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest frie

“You cannot carry fire in your hands and command it not to burn.” “I am not holding fire.” “You are holding belief.” That word echoed. Belief. I felt it already. The shift. The pull. Mortals turning their fear toward strength. Toward me. “They need direction,” I said. “They need reassurance,” Death corrected. “Reassurance without authority is weakness.” The newborn god smiled faintly. “You see? He understands.” “I understand necessity,” I snapped. He studied me with open interest. “Then let us speak plainly,” he said. “You do not trust me.”

That I did not know. I flexed my hands, watching the muscles ripple in the mirror. Salvatore was an aging alpha, but still strong as a young alpha. I had seen him rip out a traitor's throat with his teeth last summer. I had seen him use his sword and tear through armies. He was not weak. In fact, he was one of the strongest warriors I had seen. And his death would not be an easy one. Soon there was a knock on my door as I looked at it and sighed.

She gulps audibly, “What makes you say that?” “Because you’re still here. You’re down and beaten but you’re still here. If you really wanted out, hiding a few sharp objects wouldn’t stop you. When you want death, you’ll get there any way you can, but here you sit. Sun comes up and sun goes down and you’re still here. I know it doesn’t feel like it, but that’s strength. That’s a fighter. Just making it to the next day is a victory. I’m in awe of your strength, Athena. Those men who hurt you didn’t even have half the strength you do, that’s why they’re dead and you’re still here,” I say confidently.

If I were strong, so strong that no one dared to defy me, a log of things would have been phrased differently. More ironically is that even now, I am still that weakling in their eyes. That toy that they can swish and command to whatever direction that they please. They set up the cage and threw me and the other insects inside and watched your struggle to survive and to everyone, it is just right. Truly, the world only favours the strong. That is why my mother jade died and became a weak spirit creature and that's why I am about to die. “Okay, it's time to erase that…no!” I stopped silver, my face changed and I examined myself.

Protective. “It says you’re surviving,” he said. “It says you’re stronger than you think. You didn’t break. You reached for me instead. That’s not weakness, Elena. That’s what keeps people like us alive.” I closed my eyes, listening to his heartbeat, steady and strong. “I felt… alive last night. When you were inside me. When you were holding me down and fucking me like the world was ending. I should feel guilty. My father just died because of all this mess, and I—”

Charles, Pearl, and the others would surely tell our alpha their version of what had happened. There was little I could do now, and I continued to force one foot in front of the other, playing Kelly Clarkson’s “Stronger (What Doesn’t Kill You)” in my head, focusing on the lyrics. I had to believe they were true. I wasn’t dead, so I’d survive. I had to.

and If you fail you will die velliam:- I don't have any choice if i don't do it I live terrible life I am ready I don't care if I die goddess:- very well then raise your head I have to send you to demon world and one thing more there 5 years are equal to 5 days here (then she touch her head and he send to demon subconscious world) pokeri:- what is the mean of strong and become strong I am talking about mentally goddess:- look poke in life we face so much thing lossing somebody, death of people we care about,betray,failure,problems when this kind of thing happen we start feel weak and wish to die because that thing keep hurting us and when we are weak we just breakdown so easily and our probl

My death is just too near , the heat —more intense that I can barely breathe. “ O God save me now. It's not my time yet. I don't want to die save me and I'll owe you a great lot. ” I'm going to fight this through. On one quick reflex response, I flinched out of the grip of those men. The hard pushed that sent them flying some metres away from me. My powers just would never disappoint me. Sometimes, I feel unbreakable — like a demi god. Maybe, that's who I am.

I am more fun than Amber was, aren't I? Matthew stared blankly at Beth. Right before everyone else, he grabbed her by her neck forcefully. "Fuck off. You are the one who should be dead! You are just a fucking whore who strips in public. You're even less than a silicone doll. "How dare you compare yourself to Amber, let alone try to take her place?" The werewolves around them were in an uproar. They had just found out the actual reason behind why I had taken my own life out of nowhere.