What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger Novel Novels & Stories

I know as much as you all are some of yall probably thinking of making new friends or any silly shit, I know not much, my not the type that thinks but one thing I can guarantee you… more than eighty percent would end up dead. Only the strongest, the fastest an the wisest of you all gets to live" (I'm sorry y'all, I've been really slow at updating. I had real issues… personal things that needed to be tended to. But now I promise y'all I'll upload as daily. I thank you all for showing me lots of love by reading this book it means the most to me).

"You were supposed to leave her, she did nothing wrong. She was only protecting herself and her daughter, what makes you different from those people, you took innocent lives and you want to survive, is this how heartless you are, how could you, don't you have feelings for those people wishing to see the outside world alive, how could you do this to them.' He smirked, chuckling as he drew closer to me. "You are sick, I'm surprised you have such a mindset like this, you would have been dead by now if I was someone else, acting with such determination you claim to have and you are not out of here since. How you strive, with such a heart like yours, puzzles me." He scoffs and gets even closer to

Crazy how getting through the worst shit flips the script. Turns straight enemies into ride-or-die. Survival don’t give a fuck about old rules but it writes new ones in blood.

Something colder. Something stronger. Something that didn’t need anyone— To survive.

I basked in the warm sunlight pouring through the window and stretched lazily. Oh, didn't I mention that little detail? I was the overpowered hero of a harem power-fantasy novel. Perhaps I forgot. But honestly, that didn't matter. Being the hero was just damn satisfying.

, what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. So many things should have killed me and didn't but I don't feel like I'm any stronger. I have been surprising myself with the new backbone I have recently gained. I never in a million years would have thought I would ever talk to anyone the way I have my mates. Or even spoke up about those two evil bitches.

But that’s the kind of rough path that I will push myself to handle. I close my eyes, giving into the sleep. This saying suddenly becomes admirable; What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.

As soon as I saw Tania sitting next to him, I turned away, touching my scarred cheek to remind myself that I had been through worse in my life and I got through all of it just fine. ‘Hunter-and-Tania-kissing-under-a-tree’ was not even a fifth of the hell my stepfather put me through when I was younger. I’m older now. Stronger. Wiser. “What doesn’t kill you, only makes you stronger,” I whispered. “What doesn’t kill you makes you want to kill it in return,” Chaise suggested, overhearing me. I raised a brow at him. “Sorry, I’m more of a ‘do-unto-others-what-they- do-unto-you’ kind of guy.”

Isn’t this exactly what happens when someone dies? *** Have you ever discovered how life plays his trick on someone who should be dead? Maybe, the assertion that what doesn’t kill you makes you stronger but what of that which kills you. What does it make you? I guess, life sometimes doesn’t turn out the way we had anticipated but that doesn’t mean that we stay in trenches, we just have to dust ourselves, pull the bull’s horn and continue the tug of war until we win. I was sprawled on the floor, unable to stand, my whole muscles crunched together, my whole body ached so much that I could feel being rejected by death.

She jeered. "I want to see my mum!" He screamed louder fighting to live. He kept releasing long heavy breaths and his eyes were closely getting shut. Angel saw him fight to live and quietly kept the food she was munching. Her bottle of water on her laps, fell onto the floor releasing a light thud causing his eyes to pop up again, then died slowly afterwards.