Whatever Doesn't Kill Me Makes Me Stronger Novels & Stories

“What can you do alpha, are you going to hit me” Elena challenged him and Zane went closer to her. “ I can do more than hit you but first I need to get rid of this dress,” Zane said with a sinister smirk and within seconds he riped Elena's dress in two halves Elena was taken by this move that for a second she didn’t know how to behave or want to do. Reality sank into her when she realized that she was naked only in her bra and panty

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.

"What?" "Everyone thinks that they can underestimate me, but what you all don't know that when the time comes for the finishing strike against those blasted things, I won't hold back even at the cost of my life. I lost enough people to those things. Enough broken promises and blood of those dear to me on my hands. I have to take my revenge as well on one of them. Also, don't think that you or anyone else can change my mind. I may seem like I am not strong enough, and I may complain that I'm not, but in truth, all it takes are a few words, some more broken promises to break, a lot of pain and broken seals and no one will ever be a match for me again."

Was this the feeling of lose and longing? ‘I don’t believe it! I don’t believe it, goddamn it!!There’s no way I’ll lose to death again! I did everything! I became stronger! This isn’t my reality, I don’t believe it! No, it isn’t true. I’ll find her no matter what!’

He laughed softly, pulling a soaked handkerchief from his pocket, wringing it out, then carefully wiping my face. "The Natasha I knew had too much pride to cry over a man. She’d rather cry over a broken nail than a heartache," he said gently. The last thing I wanted was kindness... it always made the tears fall harder. "I’m not that Natasha tonight," I sucked my inner cheek and sniffled. "Sometimes you have to break before you get stronger," he murmured, lifting my chin to clean me up. “Remember what Kelly Clarkson said? ‘What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger.’”

Because I'm stronger than this spell, stronger than this pain, stronger than anyone thinks. I'll survive. I have to.

What doesn't kill you makes you stronger right? **** My muscles burn and my throat is parched. I've never run this far in my entire life. A few minutes on the treadmill and a few laps around the block and that was it. I practically made it to the bus stop where Jax had picked me up. Okay, okay fine, so it was more of a run walk. This girl is out of shape by far. The sun sets in the east, the sky now a beautiful iridescent of orange and pink and a low feeling of nostalgia hits me. Days ago I had hurried to Jax's side, frantic and anxiety-riddled. Hours later to be knee deep in blood, doing something outside my scope of profession. I did it, I did it all for him.

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.

But I won't die like her. I will be stronger. I will survive. And I will destroy everything that took my life—and the real Serena's life.

“It is about learning how to be hit.” My stomach tightened. “What?” Was he going to hit me? “You are human. You are fragile. A single solid blow from the weakest pack member could break your bones.” He said it not to be cruel, but with the same detached tone a mechanic might use to diagnose a faulty engine. “So, you will not be fighting. Not for a long time. You will be learning how to fall. How to roll. How to displace the force of an impact so you can get back up. Survival is the first form of strength.”