Novel & Cerita Why Is Big Mom So Strong

She isn't emotionally stable enough to have that much power. “For your safety as well as that of others… Don’t raise your voice at me, young lady.” My mother's cool and patient manner stiffens, and a hint of red in her eyes warns us all that, as loving and gentle as she is, she's a force to be reckoned with. My mom may use her powers sparingly, but she's always been a badass when needed. My dad is fiery and sometimes shouty, but my mom is the really scary one, with her gentle, stubborn nature. I know she can whoop my dad’s ass if she wants to, so we would have no chance.

Her healing power flowed into me, not to fight the pulling forces but to reinforce my own strength. "Mom, what are you doing?" I gasped. "You cannot be in the circle during the lock, it is dangerous!" "I do not care. You are my daughter, and I am not watching you get destroyed." She poured more power into me, and I felt my control over the connection stabilize slightly. "Now fight, Mary. Show her why Healer Alphas are the strongest bloodline!" With my mother's strength supporting me, I found a reserve of power I did not know I had. I pulled back against Dr. Torres and The Architects both, refusing to be their bridge any longer.

“Then I don’t like them. If they come here and try to hurt you again, I’ll protect you, Mom. I’m strong. I beat up Jax today even if he’s bigger.” A watery laugh escaped me despite everything. I hugged him closer, pressing kisses to the top of his head. “My brave little wolf. You don’t have to fight my battles, okay? But thank you. Knowing you’re on my side makes me the strongest mom in the world.” Mom watched us with soft eyes, a sad smile playing on her lips. She reached over and squeezed my shoulder. “We face this together. As a family.” Landon nodded solemnly against my chest. “Yeah. Together. No matter what.”

he asked, slapping her blushing ass. "I... Ahh~ just asking...Fuck~" "I'm not under a curse any more. Just that my waist has become much relentless since I became stronger. And believe me, I'm even holding back right now," he told her as he pulled out of her. "Then I have to get even stronger so I can handle you," she said with a determined tone. "What about mum? Can she handle you better than I do?" "Don't compare yourself with your mom, honey. And she's trying her best, too. You two are excellent in your own way, okay?"

Sumire looked up at the sky and smiled. “They are something out of a fairytale.” She said. “How so?” I asked. “They’ve been through so much. I wasn’t around yet to see it but dad always told me stories about how mom was the strongest person he knew. Coming from the Emperor himself, that’s something I always looked up to. And I can see it too; how my mom always has my dad’s back and how they handle problems together.” Sumire was talking like she was describing someone from a movie but it’s real life. I was happy to hear it but deep down, I was kind of, envious.

Hemston watches from the doorway, crying. "Is Daddy going to die?" Herston takes his hand. "No. Mama will save him." "How do you know?" "Because that's what mamas do." Herston's eyes glow slightly silver, residual power flickering. "And our mama is the strongest person in the world." Hemston wants to believe her. But even he can see Briton's not going to last an hour.

Mumma loves you, baby. "And I must add this, Your Highness. Your genes will make him a werewolf, an Alpha, a warrior. But he will be the strongest and invincible because of his mother." Jillian added, her eyes shining slightly. "Because of me?" I couldn't help myself. I was shocked. "Don't doubt yourself, Luna. And you'd know what I mean. Strong women give birth to strong pups. Strong mothers give birth to strong children." She said, before bowing down slightly and the next thing I knew was, she had left us alone.

mom replied as we walked out of the pack house. “How big is this pack?” I asked her as we got into a silver Mercedes. “It’s one of the largest packs in America. Maybe the second largest and we’re also the second strongest,” mom replied. “Which pack is the strongest then?” I seemed to be more interested in this than I should be. “That’s the Night pack,” she replied. “I’ve heard of it before but I didn’t really put them into thought,” I said and she chuckled. The ride to the mall was filled with us talking and arguing about everything and nothing at the same time. I must admit, she was very fun to be around with.

— Faust. —But you let your wife make you weak, Mommo. She spends more than you earn, doesn't she? It's never enough and you don't have the courage to say no to her. So you decided to join D'Agostino in robbing me, kidnapping my wife to distract me. Allora, does that sound like something a strong man would do? “You're a fool,” Mommo whispered. —Fucking that whore at your father's house. — That's the difference between us, you miserable pig. My wife doesn't make me weak. She makes me stronger, so strong that I'm willing to slit her throat right here in front of all these men.

He hit the mail box again as he was leaving to take her home. As mom sobbed uncontrollably, I held her. To hold an emotional person takes strength, real strength. I had worked in construction, and I thought I was strong as a bull after two summers of that. Bulging biceps and all, my strength was still put to the test in trying to hug and comfort mom.