Stronger Than You Gaster Novels & Stories

She is the strongest girl I have even seen and my love for her is only increasing. "What are staring at?" she asked me suddenly. "You." I said slyly. "It's rude to stare." she said rolling her eyes. "Says who don't care about anything." I said smirking at her. "Now you are annoying me Josh." she said annoyingly. "Because I love to do it." I said coolly. She punched me in my stomach. It hurted because she is strong. "Owww. It hurts." I said over dramatically holding my stomach like I'm in so much pain.

the assailant said smugly. This man was once a regular fighter, but Thalia's enhancement transformed him into a significantly stronger version of himself. It was an indescribable sensation. He once believed that level eight marked the peak of strength, but now he realized there were levels beyond that and that the journey ahead was never-ending.

I’m hoping to go visit Connor and Madison on my way back to the Academy today and I want to make sure Fallon and Tyrus have time to run again before we leave. I look down at my mate, who is lying on her back with her hands over her stomach. “I thought I had core strength. But this is kicking my ass. I don’t remember my stomach ever aching this much.” I grin at her. “How are YOU able to do it so easily?” she asks. “I told you, core strength.” “What kind of core strength do you have?” Rather than answering, I let myself fall over her, catching myself in a push-up then lowering my upper body to my elbows, caging her underneath me.

Zephyr was too quick for them. “Shut up!” Zephyr gripped Puck’s neck tighter and that caused him to weakly cry out. Zephyr scanned his surroundings. His intense stare sent shivers down everyone’s spine, causing goosebumps on their skins. “Zephyr, how are you so strong? This is impossible! I’m a Strength of level seven!” hissed Puck through a mouth full of blood, it was obvious that he was in pain, yet, he still managed those words out.

I ѕtіll overpower him in bоth ѕіzе and anger. I rоll thе rеѕt of mу body асrоѕѕ thе table, fееlіng a сuр ѕhаttеr under mу knee. Hе сhаngеѕ hіѕ fосuѕ from dislodging my hands to рunсhіng me іn thе rіbѕ. Thіѕ lіttlе tуrаnt іѕ rеаllу ѕtrоng. Hе’ѕ nоt whіnіng either.