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"I gotta get to the booth. But anyway, thank you." "Anytime," she says turning back to her camera. The other cameramen avoid my gaze after watching this interaction, but I don't care. I won't let myself be defeated over this. And I certainly won't let some immature remarks ruin me. I stroll out of the room with my head held high. The saying is "That which doesn't kill you makes you stronger." I can personally verify that it's true. I've made my mistakes. I've suffered the consequences in some very harsh ways. But I am not defeated. I refuse to be. And I can feel myself getting stronger every day.

Even, if he was my mate, I do not like him and wouldn't want him to be around me. What was he even doing in the first place? He left his safe zone roaming through the outer worlds. I let out a sarcastic chuckle. Maybe he has no one to inform him that the world outside here is a lot of complicated and unsafe. I shut tight my eyes to see through the situations in which he was. Oh gosh! I had to open my eyes. It was gravely irritating to the eyes because he was being beaten and he was bleeding from his nose. Eight rogues werewolves against a wolf which is an Alpha.

I still haven't know what would happen if we would kill the protagonists. Would the world collapse since this world was made for those protagonists? END OF CHAPTER 38

Mindy gave all of your savings to those charlatans, and while the police did regain a portion of it, it's going to be used completely for your medical bills. "Not only are you now a husk of a human being, but you're also poor as dirt. Once you're discharged, take your time enjoying the blessings your mother left you from the comfort of your wheelchair, yeah?" "Hrraaaghh! I'll kill you! That… that old hag! She ruined my life!" Sam roared in despair and tried to lunge at me, to wrap his hands around my throat, but he didn't even have the strength to lift an arm.

I was preparing for war. Not with him. Not yet. With everything that had tried to break me. Because he may have left me bleeding, but I wasn’t finished. I wasn’t erased. I wasn’t done. And whatever game the world, Drake, or even Emma Brookes tried to play... I would survive it. I would rise from this. And I would come back stronger, fiercer, untouchable. I let the tears fall once more, not as weakness, but as fuel. Fuel for the fire that would grow inside me.

He explains. “It's fine. You've been through a lot. It’s not your fault, you have nothing to be sorry about. You didn’t create this situation. And you didn’t ask to lose your memory. We just need to deal with it best we can and move forward.” I reply. “I’m not the only one who’s been through a lot. You have too.” He replies. “Well, I’m still here.” I reply. “So am I.” He replies. “What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right?!” I quote.

" Lola giggle. All panel doesn't know their Master watch and listen, the ability Stealthmode for some reason not be given to them. "Okay, next!" "I wrote a 40.000-page n***l, the book has never been published." "And then?" "That's only my imagination." "Sigh, pass." "What pass mean?" "Success, next." "The more problems that come, the stronger you are, so multiply the problems in your life." "The point is?" "The key to being tough: multiply the problem."

Nothing lasts. "Those who survive are always alone because they know that when shit happens, everyone is just going to run away from them again," I said, "Surviving makes you selfish, it makes you heartless and cruel," I nodded, "So yeah, what's doesn't kill you, it makes you stronger, but no one really knows at what cost." It's simple, what doesn't kill you, it fucks you up.

“I just don’t think you can do it anymore. I don’t think you’re cut out for me.” He was getting angrier. “What do you mean? Do you know who I am? I am the strongest so how can you say something like that? I will do this, I will prove to you all that I am strong enough for this. I will put you to shame.” If there was anything I hated more than people who made me talk unnecessarily, it was people who made my life harder than it was supposed to be. ‘Don’t make me kill you. It won’t be very nice. Call it off. The whole thing.’