Why Is Big Mom So Strong Novels & Stories

“No, Mom. You see, this is exactly where we are all getting it wrong with her. I can say for sure that there was something about her strength that just seems too powerful for a regular person. Surely, there's more to this Ashley girl than meets the eye, and I will have to be very careful with her moving forward.” “Well, whatever you do, all I know is that you are not going to let that no-good girl take your place as the Queen of that Kingdom. Whatever you have to do to ensure that the twin brothers keep to their parent's promise of being with you and only you, just do it, even if someone has to die for it.” I gasped, widening my eyes in surprise. “Mom!” I exclaimed loudly. She laughed briefl

is tart, but she raises her palm to stop me. “Save it. I know you see me as a lesser being. I mean, isn't that why you are doing what you are doing now?” “Mom, I-“ “You see me as weak, always have. That’s why you are going out there to find the monsters and even bring them back so that you can prove to me and yourself that you are not like me, that you are stronger and will not run and cower in submission like I did.” “You know that’s not true-“

As such, Mom went to work as a helper for a rich family. Mom was beautiful and was often subjected to harassment by her employer. She came home crying and left for work in tears. Dad never stood up for her, only saying, "Life isn't always what you want it to be." Thus, she learnt how to keep her head down, resulting in her current demeanor. Yet, Susan's back was perfectly straight, her head held high. That was because Dad was the source of her strength. At the secondhand luxury store, I dealt with wealthy clients and naturally had connections. A quick check revealed everything. Dad wasn't just rich; he was powerful, too. He was the Broadcasting Corporation's elusive boss.

"Sawyer Reeves! Have you lost your mind? What are you doing here making a scene? Get out of here, now!" She reached out to grab me. But I stepped back and let her hand close on nothing. Then I pulled the documents from my bag, held them up in front of her, and let her take a good look. "Mom, you've always told me that Dad can't stand me, that he'd be happier if I just disappeared. So if he hates me that much, why would he buy me a car like this for my birthday?" More neighbors were gathering by the minute, whispering and pointing. Mom's lips trembled, but nothing came out.

Mom said and Myla’s eyes popped out of her sockets. “Excuse you?” She huffed, “me? A witch?” “Yes , If you disrespect my daughter like that, I’d slap that caked up face off your neck.” “Can you please stop?” I pleaded, but deep down, I didn’t want her to end it. Mom’s greatest strength was winning a fight/argument and I knew she had every power to put Myla in her place. “Your daughter is nothing but a useless rag trailing after my son to fulfil her stupid fantasies.” She spat and that struck me deep in my belly.

“You’re very good at this.” “I want to teach him lots of things when he gets older. Like how to shift safely, and pack history, and why family is the most important thing.” Debbie turned to a new page. “Do you think he’ll be a strong Alpha like Daddy?” “Absolutely. He will be strong just like your Daddy.” “Mommy says real strength is protecting people who can’t protect themselves.” An opening I’d been waiting for. “Your mother is very dedicated to her responsibilities. Sometimes I wonder if that dedication leaves enough time for the people who need her most.”

This girl, with her beautiful, radiant face and her bright smile, she had no reason to put herself through such pain. "Why would you want to be like me?" I asked bending down to her height. She smiled, "Because, Alpha, nothing hurts you. You are very strong! My mom said you are one of the strongest alphas to ever live." I smiled, "Yes, I am very strong. When you grow up, you should be strong too, but not as strong as me okay?" She looked up at me confused. "Why alpha? Why can't I be as strong as you?" She asked.

my mother hummed, caressing my head. “He’s human mom. I have a human mate. That has never happened to an Alpha before. Our mate is supposed to be strong” I sighed. “There are different kinds of strength, Anita. Don’t assume that just because he is human, he isn’t strong. The moon goddess never makes a mistake” she explained. “I know” I replied. “Good. Now tell me all about him” she laughed, pulling up a chair. We talked about Kelly until I began to feel sleepy and that’s when my mom left.

How the hell did they survive this? Panting, my voice just a whisper, I croak, “She’s a Riding Hood. I can’t be mated to that.” “She was a Riding Hood,” Mom says, stepping beside Dad, her hand on his arm. The skin-to-skin contact calms him immediately. “She was born into it, just like you were born to Julian.” “She’s the strongest witch in the world, Mom,” I say, voice shaky but rising. “It’s only a matter of time before she turns on us.”

he said. I wanted to scold him, but my mom beat me to it. Mom dropped the bowl of cereal she was carrying and pulled Arthur's right ear, he grunt in pain and tried to escape from mom's grip which is obviously impossible -my mom is strangely stronger than most wolves. Maybe it's because she's from the gamma's family. "What nonsense are you spouting, young man?" Mom asked, still pulling his ear. "I.. I was just joking" Arthur tried to defend himself.