روايات وقصص ضمن What Doesn't Kill You Makes You Stronger Novel

My bad habit was curling my toes when I was anxious. Why? I didn't move again. I stayed still. Maybe they would go away. I was done. There was no way now. "She looks dead though." It was another soldier. "Who could survive after falling from that height?" I wanted to give a thumbs up to that soldier. "What if it's an undead?" The first soldier asked with a trembling voice. "The undead city isn't far from here." Undead city? There was no such mention in the novel. Then again, the novel focussed too much on the female lead's love life.

Now, every time I witness a strong person, I want to know: What dark did you conquer in your story? Mountains do not rise without earthquakes. -Katherine MacKenett

Burn my bones and scatter my ashes? 'That's not what the novel says, right? Why doesn't he follow the novel?'

But I had felt the same power before my wolf was permanently weakened during the rogue attack. It was back again, but it was different. No one was taking away my wolf from me this time, no one was paralysing me this time. I wasn’t selling my body to survive again… I wasn’t going to BE WEAK AGAIN! NEVER AGAIN! Janus was right, the only way to not get killed was to kill, and I wanted to kill him. Kill him... Kill him. Kill him! There was an alarm and the gamma, royal knights and referees, rushed into the ground and tore me away from Mes.

the man with a shield glasses that nearly can encircle his whole face. They shoot one by one with no mercy they pull over before hitting the trigger. The guns they hold don't even need to be reloaded like the ordinary gun it only takes energy around the house like electricity and after the gun absorbed the power - the manipulator can, at last, pull the trigger twice. My cousins attempt to protect me but they were kicked by them before their faces blew up from the gun. My parents were covered with escaped guts and violence. The others still breathe on the floorboards but the merciless men crushed their skulls into a flattened balloon and left the guts replenished with knowledge out of the dus

I needed to keep her out of my head and remain focused. "Mates are weaknesses. Don't be weak, Arcade," My father's spiteful voice filled my head, turning off the emotions within me, "A man is never weak," An Alpha is never weak! No one would survive for long if they are weaklings. I would stop. Ruthlessness has made me survive this long in this cruel world. It has made me who I was. The most brutal and merciless Alpha The Blood Alpha. I wasn't used to doing weird things for a girl.

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.

"Bullshit!" “You stabbed me.” His gaze flicked down to where I still clutched my chest. “You felt it.” I swallowed hard, forcing air into my lungs. “That’s how it works,” he continued. “Any physical damage you inflict on me, you carry it too." A pause. "Every single time." I stared at him from the floor, one hand still pressed to my sternum, the ache dragging itself back slowly. Too slow. "You healed instantly," I gritted out.

"I am never backing down, do you hear me?" Her mimicking didn't bother me in the slightest. I kept my gaze locked on hers. "Have you ever heard that old saying, Fanny? What doesn't kill you simply makes you stronger? Because that is exactly what's happening here. Whatever garbage you keep throwing at me isn't going to make me weak. It isn't going to shatter my confidence. It is only making me tougher. Mark my words right now—the more you try to break me, the stronger I am going to get."