A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

I knew my trust issues would come in handy someday. “No,” I tell him, smiling because I’m not lying. I’ve been powerful since birth. “There isn’t a way to resist my ability.” “So your human mate is your greatest weakness?” He holds up his hands in mock surrender, and his lips curl to form a hesitant smile. “I’m just asking since we are about to face the bad guys.”

"Then why did you choose to stay there? Just because of the reason that you are afraid to interrupt us, that I would lose this rare chance or this so-called opportunity, you rather stay with a pervert?" "...What. Of course not." "But that's what happened." Kane clenched his jaw. "You lack self-awareness. You worried about everybody else but yourself. Are you physically strong like Layla to worry about others? You are very skinny, so very weak, you could not even struggle against that man. What help can you offer when you can't even help yourself?" My mouth opened but no voice came out. Yeah, I know I am very weak. Because of a mistake, my little strength could not fight against one man. As h

I immediately started pulling on a young man that was closest to the door. He was mumbling, I could see he was struggling to wake up. I could barely conjure the strength to pull him out. I was so weak. I've never felt so helpless in my entire life. How could I struggle to pull them out like this? How could I be so damn WEAK?!

"As the story goes, mom’s male mistress hit me so hard as I bit his lower leg that it caused me to have a weakness here at the left arm. I have a broken bone here that couldn’t be fixed anymore, it's a flaw in my bravery." "Are you for real? I never noticed you having a weak spot on your left arm up until now. Even if you fight, carry your weights, and do manly actions. Also, why did not anyone tell me about it?" "Of course, I am still maintaining my strongest strength, but deep inside I feel emptiness and inadequate robustness. Only a trusted person knows this because, as an Alpha, I need to protect my weakness. If not, then the unfavorable opponent would gladly target it."

He had been insulted greatly by his incompetence and his lack of professionalism. "I- I saw her. I really did and I was sure I did. But after a while it seems futile." Sal said and Gordon palmed his face, he was sure that he wasn't a teacher, he knew he wasn't in the midst of kids, so why and how would he believe what Sal had said.

I was thankful for that. We needed to end this now because he was slowly weakening me with each attack that landed. Even though his godly magic was nullified, it did not mean he was unable to fight me. He had already shown me his biggest weakness – his ego. He was just like any other person who thought to highly of themselves. He believed that he was the best thing since sliced bread and that everyone else was lesser than him and unworthy of even breathing the same air.

“What if they think I’m weak? What if—” “Anyone who thinks you’re weak for getting help is an idiot.” His voice was firm. “Strength isn’t pretending you’re fine when you’re not. Strength is admitting you need help and asking for it. Too many people let this go thinking they can cope. They end up taking their own lives.”

I asked. Kael didn’t answer immediately. Instead he glanced toward the emptying yard, then back at me. “Because you shouldn’t be that bad.” I frowned. “That’s… oddly insulting.” “It’s honest.” He crouched slightly so we were eye level. “You’re not weak,” he said. I snorted. “Okay. Now I know you’re joking.” “I’m not.” “You watched me fall off a beam five times.” “Four.” “Still.” Kael tapped the step beside my boot.

I confessed. Being a strong gay man, my only weakness is my love of hotdogs. Oh my fafa hotdogs, this man's femininity is so pitifully weak! "Wow, Brad, that's a hard skull!" He simultaneously ran his hand across his shoulder. I think he wants to fight? I even took a shoulder punch. It's your first day, and the angas are over. It looked at me closely and went on. She still has a lovely face, even with that expression, but of course I'm more attractive!

He stared at me from the floor with shock clear on his face. “How did I do?” I gave a wide smile, my arms on my waist. His lips parted and his frown deepened, “you're full of surprises, aren't you?” “Just a few.” I stretched my arm towards him and pulled him up. “Why do you act as though you don't have the slightest defense strategy?” He questioned. “The weaker you act, the more powerful you are.” I shrugged. Something about my weak appearance, partnered with my formal naive personality to make me less of a threat to anyone.