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She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up,

“Turn your back to me and pull yourself up and down a few times. Slowly, OK?” “Sure.” He reached up with his massive arms and lifted himself. He chinned the bar, lowered his frame down. Up again, down again. And again. She felt her body heating up as she took the pictures, watching his muscles slide under his smooth skin. A sheen of sweat made him glow and glisten, and she longed to run her tongue over him. His tattoos rippled and his ass was perfect in those pants. He made it look so easy, too; it was obvious that his upper body strength was more than enough to lift his two-hundred-forty-pound frame with no effort at all.

------------ "And I pick myself up And I dust off the words You tried to stick me with 'Cause I know words are words Angry little vowels And conscientious letters Surrounded by derogatory question marks And accusatory exclamations. And at the end of the day I remember words are power (But only power if you believe them) So I pick my vowels and my letters And I stick myself with my own word: Strong I am Strong.." -----Raven White

ZION Weeks past by and I could feel myself getting stronger. That one action a few weeks ago that led to Brady almost dying sent a rush of power through me. I knew it was wrong, so wrong to use my abilities to harm someone. My mother always taught me to never do something like that but when his thoughts floated into my head, when his greatest fear lingered there a second too long, I couldn't help but act on it.

(Suchong) Delivering the new customer order, Suchong joined the conversation and delivered the fact to the skeptic young man, who in the crowds were seen as the only one that didn’t buy the absurdity of what had happened yesterday. No one really can blame his if he is just decided to not believe the yesterday feat, after all, not everyone can settle their mind to accept that there is just someone insanely strong out there.

"I want to be strong so that Sister won't abandon me. I want to be strong to prove myself. So that they won't be the one to hurt me..." "Strong person is not someone who hurt others. Strong are those who know how to protect. Both themselves and others. Strong are those who keep going even if they fail. Strong are those who won't fight someone due to the act of anger. Lastly, strong are those who accept their flaws and make use of it to become better" "Can I be strong?" "What's your name" "Chez. They call me something like that" "Everyone can be. As long as you have a will to do so"

Back at the head of the power base, Eric and Adrian had their hands full with a growing army of reapers. Stronghold slapped his hands together, making a thunder clap that casted an oncoming portion of the reapers back. Only to be bombarded by several air born reapers with solar beams, pinning him to the ground his arms infront of his face and struggling to repel. His weight croddleng in the ground underneath his feet, stronghold seemed to be pushed to his limit.

" You are a strong lady, be strong .You have to be strong, you have so much to loose at this point if you take my path " Shurk sighed then rested her head on my shoulder. We spent a long time in reminiscing silence none of us speaking until Cruiz came back with drinks.

My pity wouldn't change a thing and besides, you're strong enough not to need it. I laughed, and the cold sound echoed up to the high ceiling. 'Strong? There's that word again. Always that fucking word. You so strong, Casey. You're the strongest person I know, Casey. You know, what? I don't want to be strong. Do you know what I want right now, more than anything? I want a hit. I want a hit of something really fucking good. I want to take as many pills as I can. I want to shove as much coke up my nose as it's possible for one person to take. I want to get off my face and more wasted than I've ever been in my life. That's not being strong, Ethan. That's running

I’m not strong and I’m not cute. "God!" I blurt out, my fists clenching and my eyes aching as I hold back my tears, "You never listen to what I have to say! I'm strong. I'm doing everything right. I'm as good as any alpha and I can do anything I damn well please!"