A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

"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.

No bathing suits for me this year I guess. Teighlor and I sat on the couch together and I leaned on her shoulder. She said I was strong but I wasn't. I really was weak. I had let some guy drive me so far down that I broke my promise to my best friend. I was weak for feeling so upset over the fact that I really meant nothing to him if he could so easily cheat on me and get with someone else the same day he left me. I was weak for letting him always sweet talk his way back into my life. I was weak for always believing his lies. I was just weak. I started to feel tired and I could hear my best friend snoring. It had been a long day. I closed my eyes and prayed silently for good dreams.

"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

Scarlet's Pov (continuation) "You do smell like one." He says nodding his head. "So am a rogue." I ask hoping off the counter. What if am a rogue. I have that sharp sense and strength. Imagine all the fun thing I can do. "No. You are too weak to be a werewolf." He deadpans making my smile slip. "What do you mean am weak. Am not weak." I scowl crossing my arms around my chest. I have been bullied and looked down on since I was little but that doesn't makes me weak, it only made me stronger.

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."

"You have a point. With the power someone like you possesses, this wouldn't add much to your strength. But then again, it’s not always about strength. It’s about what you enjoy doing." He stepped closer. "You’ve got the build for football, my friend," he said, reaching out to press his fingers against my arm. "Why waste it here? Why not do something real? This sport is for weak people." His words were condescending, but I only chuckled. "Maybe I’m one of them." "You and I both know that’s a lie," he replied. I raised a brow. “And what makes you so sure?” He smirked. “A weak person wouldn’t have stood up to me the way you did the first time we met.”

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.