A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

Let me tell you a secret. Nobody is a strong person. We all are weak. We all are emotionally delicate. We feel hurt. We feel insecure. We need love. We need appreciation. We all break into a million pieces with heartbreak. We are born with that tender heart. So don’t feel guilty that you are a weak person. The strong people were once weak too. They were vulnerable, broken, and scared. But after they cried out their tears and screamed out their anger inside, they changed. They tried to become strong. And they faked it until they finally became strong for real. Why they faked it? Because mind is a tricky beast. If you keep telling yourself how weak you are, your brain will make you feel weaker

"Haha! I always thought, these people were special and had formidable power. Hmm! I must say I'm utterly disappointed. Such weak people. They don't even deserve to be called humans. They are mere ants. And should be trampled upon. If I had known they were this weak, I would not have bothered myself with these weaklings!" The black bald man sneered, with crossed arms. Disdained was spelled all over his face. "Come to think of it, their gods are even more despicable. I never really expected to slaughter a God with just one strike!" He finished. "you're right Sango. Even I never thought a god could be that weak. I know you're very strong and all, but it is still truly unbelievabl

I really hoped he wouldn't come for me later or I would be dead meat. "That's the problem with you, Dee. You talk like a woman but you lack strength. Gio had already told me what Amara did to the ring," He said but I felt sad that he indirectly called me a weak person. I didn't have the strength to banter anymore words with him so I took the phone from my ears, ending the call abruptly. I returned the phone to my pocket as my eyes glistened with tears. I knew I was weak, a coward and a pussy but I hated being reminded of the fact. Suddenly the mafia irritated me and I wanted out. They expected everyone to be strong and ruthless but I couldn't pull it off.

He took a long pull from his bottle and said, "Let's see, at some point I made a bet with myself that if I get beaten by someone stronger than me in school, I'd drop out of college." The shock on my face must have been evident because Golden boy laughed. "I'm the strongest guy in Griffin Elites, dude. But I've got a weakness. That's my midsection. It's the only place you can strike and take me down real quick. I've gotten into tons of fights, rebel against my father, did crazy stuffs at school so I can get expelled but my father wouldn't let me."

The few who appeared to be able to use magic, chi, or maybe even ki, didn't seem like they could do very much. Still, Theo had a small fraction of hope that things would turn around once he began to see people fight. Unfortunately, that made the truth even more glaring to the lad. Everyone around him... was weak! Hope turned into disappointment, and his mood was ruined right away. This took the fun out of everything. 'This is stupid. Why are they all excited about these things?' Despite thinking that, though, Theo rationally figured out that if everyone was cheering for such a man, that meant they all mostly had strength inferior to his.

My chest tightened the moment he said that. My lungs burned to the extent I couldn't breathe "I am not weak shut the fuck up you bastard" I ordered punching the glass as hard I could, but it didn't even crack, is he stronger than I am? The man continued laughing at me pointing at me, my vision began to darken as I continued punching the glass as hard as I could, I am not weak and i would show him that,"you are weak Axel" a voice came again this time from behind me, I slowly turned and he was standing behind me Now.

His eyes were sunken to a hollow and he looked like a skeleton. What exactly is happening to him ?? Surely this couldn't be the result of overworking, could it ?? He left the question hanging without an answer and proceed to brush his teeth. He brushed his teeth and couldn't look at his own reflection in the mirror. Afraid to see the weak Micheal . The word ' weak ' is something that he hates to the core. Right from when he was little, he would beat anyone who called him weak to pulp ,just to prove his point of not being a weakling.

'Weak' is one word made of four alphabets but has shaken my whole life. Being an alpha wasn't easy for me, it ruined my innocence and made me the cruel man I am today, a heartless and cold-blooded monster who only knows to kill and punish, no love no warmth nothing ever resided in my heart when I possessed the leadership in my hands seven years ago, that day I left a weak and sweet Ajax back and became this.

You fail once, won’t have a second chance in this life game. So, kill all your weaknesses and fight with strength. I usually don’t have any specific weaknesses but there’s one that I’m afraid of; “Love”, this sole word has it enough power to make a person defenceless, because It’s the most dangerous and hard thing for a man like me,

Reule smiled and said, "What's with all the drama? I thought you were not a drama queen. You are not dead yet, so of course, you would be able to do this." "I am happy today, so I would excuse you for mocking me with that joke of yours. You just don't know how it feels when your legs are so weak, like as if you have got infected with polio." "Does it even affect werewolves? I thought only human, not beast like us." This guy is really hopeless. I just pulled his hand and said, "Come on! Let's just run."