A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

he yelled again "I am very much strong, physically and emotionally, I am not weak, I am never weak, it's a crime to be weak, one that puts everyone around you in danger" "It's not a crime to be weak Jayden, it's okay to be weak" I said "My father was weak, he didn't make himself strong and look how that turned out!" "It was not your father's fault, your father didn't do anything wrong" I said "He was weak and that was what he did wrong! He failed to make himself strong yet he bonded himself to a powerful wolf like my mother, he failed to make himself strong and he was killed off easily, he died and my mother became weak, it was all his fault, he was weak!" Jayden said

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

And she probably wasn’t going to be happy to see me. “Hey!” I called into the endless void. “Can we get this over with? I have things to do and only an infinite amount of time to do them in.” “Why are you here?” whispered the non-existent wind. “All alone, without your girlfriend to save you... Shame. I was looking forward to a rematch. You, I’ve already beaten, and beaten, and beaten.” Why is it people always assume if you have a strong girlfriend you must be the weakling? I have my strengths. Probably.

She would have a lot to enjoy and he was the type of man one could grow to love. But now, one week was all they had. If Kassy didn't return by the end of one week, not only would he mess with the palace, he was going to send attacks to the world of water because a mere man from their world had dared to take what 'belonged' to him. Myan worried for that part a lot. The world of water citizens were usually considered weak but in the real sense, they were stronger. Water always conquered fire but even they had no idea how powerful they were.

I raised a brow at him "Whatever If that's what you want." I rolled my eyes and laid down on the sofa looking at him. "Why did you fainted?" I asked. "Why?" "Because I wanted to know." "Are you going to cure me if I told you the reason?" "No, still I wanted to know." "You don't have to," He said and covered his face. "Are you scared of being weak or letting someone know that you have a weak spot?" He didn't answer but I knew that he's listening. "You know what? Sometimes it's okay to be weak than to pretend that you're always strong. Everyone can be weak, no one is strong except God."

Someone could be the strongest person out there, but he was powerless if he could not hit his opponent. “It’s a cool idea, but I wouldn’t be any good at it. I don’t really have muscles or anything,” he said, shrugging. He tried to act nonchalant, but I could see how much it bothered him. I pulled out my phone to show him a picture of Gabriel. He was the perfect example of this right now.

"Tell me, how about your mate" I rolled my eyes. "Mom, I told you I rejected him" "And I told you to change your mind "I can't change my mind. He's weak" Mom frowned. "Weak?. How do you classify a weak person?" I batted my lashes. "I don't know. A person who can't defend himself is weak" "How do you know he can't defend himself?" "I have saved him so many times. I also saved him some years ago" Mom batted her lashes. "You saved him some years ago?"

Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself. I’m a pretty weak human. I’m shorter than average, I have a small pouch where I wish I had abs, and I can barely do a push up, let alone a pull up. Even the humans in my stories are stronger than I am. Well, most stories. Sometimes the girl is weak.

I said, sliding down the wall until I landed on the ground. “Shit. Is this because you threw up?” He asked. “I think it has something to do with it, yeah. I feel really weak right now.” I said. “My men are being attacked.” He said. “And if I push myself right now, it will only do worse than good.” I said, having trouble breathing. “Shit. You are really sick.” He said. “I don’t know what’s wrong.” I said. “Has this ever happened before?” He asked.

I rasp. "Maybe." He crouches down so we're eye-level. "Or maybe I'm just honest. He's pathetic, Eden. Look at him. Crying like a little girl while she fucks him apart. All that strength, all that money, all that pretty face—and he still let her break him. He's weak. He's always been weak." I shake my head. "You don't know him."