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

I take a deep breathe, feeling a burn at the back of throat, but continue. "Trauma can be very vast, and there's no limit or restriction on what trauma should be. There is a popular saying, it's even a song - What does not kill me makes me stronger." "Kelly Clarkson." They yell laughing, and I smile. "I mean, that is true, what doesn't kill you makes you a little stronger in terms of experiences, but it does change you, make you a different person, some might even say it makes you weak, perceptive to various things. As a person who went through a traumatic experience, there could be certain triggers they avoid, something that can cause them to have a panic attack, or a psychotic breakdown."

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

I, November Starkey, I am a different person. People also say that a man's poison is another man's meat. What is bad for Joaquin may not be bad for me. I have also been to clubs, and it almost destroyed me, but that was because I went into the infamous Nightlife as a minor. Now, I am grown, and no longer a minor. I can handle my liquor. I am smarter now. So, in this case, I will use a famous adage by the German philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche, which says, “what doesn't kill you, makes you stronger.” This Nightlife style of living I have indulged myself into will make me stronger. At dawn, I will walk out of the club a brand new person.

"Be careful, child. Pride comes before the fall. Even for True Alphas." "It's not pride." I met her ancient eyes steadily. "It's certainty. I've survived everything they've thrown at me. Abuse. Rejection. Exile. Assassination attempts. I'm still here. Still standing. Still growing stronger. They should have killed me when they had the chance. Now it's too late."

Hearing Kaia's shameless request, I felt both angry and amused. It was only now that I realized some women could use "weakness" as a weapon. If this were my past life, I would angrily throw her out and loudly declare, "Chris is my mate, and I won't let anyone take him from me!" But this time, I understood—there was no point in taking what wasn't mine to begin with. I wouldn't go after what didn't belong to me, but that didn't mean I was going to give in to Kaia so easily.

"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.

he bellowed. "Really! Do you think that I am scared of you? There's a saying that 'whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger.' You have hurt me so bad that I have become stronger. I used to be scared of you but with all the terrible things you have done to me, I am no longer afraid of you. Your empty threats do not faze me. I will tell my family everything that you have done to me and be prepared to face the music!" I screamed. "Go ahead and say whatever you like! It will be your words against mine!" he yelled as he roared into maniacal laughter."

Dante whispered in my ear, “We practiced for this. Remember?” Every time he’d beaten me to the ground on those practice mats at the gym, he’d held out his hand. “Each of these losses prepare you for the one thing you have to learn. Every fall makes you stronger than the one who’s never fallen before. Get back up, face them again, and beat them.”

"I still don't understand, how can I just disappear like that Katy? Something must've happened right? No traces either? so you mean to say everyone assumed that I died right? Ah, that makes a lot of sense..." "No Mez, it's not like that, even though the whole world had given up, we always believed that you would come back someday, especially Evin. Mez, you aren't that easy to beat either, you just don't remember how powerful you actually are. To be honest, neither I nor Victor know what happened that day, that nightmare of a day... where millions were killed in a pointlessly, brutal war, for now, I suggest you get some rest, you look terribly tired."

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.