A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

Dimitri Volkov is the Ice Prince of the Bratva—cold, calculating, and utterly untouchable. Nikolai Petrov is the Demon of the Syndicate—volatile, unpredictable, and obsessed with one thing: destroying Dimitri. For three years, their war has painted the city red. When a fragile truce is called, they meet on neutral ground at the Colosseum, an underground theater built for blood. But the meeting is a trap, and they're ambushed by a rival gang looking to take them both out. Forced to fight back-to-back to survive, they escape—barely. In the aftermath, something dark and dangerous begins to grow between them. The hatred is still there, but now it's laced with obsession, with desire, with a

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."

Zade had done something to make me fall asleep… Great… I needed his help. Once again, I was unable to defend myself. All the training and it was for nothing. Why am I so weak? I walk quickly to the bathroom, wanting to wash away the memories of the night before. I pull off my shirt and switch on the shower as my thoughts swirl rapidly in my head, giving way to a crushing headache. I’m always the weak one from all the Blood Borns. Zaia has always been incredibly strong… Sebastian, Atticus, Zade, even Gaultier… only me.

He shakes his head at the guy before putting in his two cents. “Those weak, cowardly, shady ass throws aren’t gonna help you here,” he throws down. “It’s gonna take a hell of a lot more than that to make any real showing here for your boys. It’s almost like you’ve never been in a real fight before. At least never one where someone actually fought back.”

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

I became weak. TBC...

Rhea told me. I snorted and drank water. “Yeah, right,” I replied. I lay down in the clearing, resting after all that running. — You are special, Chloe. You just don't see it yet. — Rhea continued. — I'm not special, Rhea. I am useless. You heard the alpha himself saying that. He won't accept me as his partner because I'm weak. A useless wolf. As I spoke, I remembered his hurtful words. I couldn't help the moan that escaped me.

he replied with a frown. I sighed at what he said, and it's true that no matter how hard I try, my body is still weak. I can't help but lie down all day. I think I got a deep wound, so that's how it affected me. I thought I'm good enough to be a boxer fighting here in the world of strange creatures.

"And the weak ones — none of them are as good-looking as Dean." Leo burst into laughter, slapping his thigh as he pretended to be serious. "Of course! My Dean is practically a top-tier model in the weak industry. That status? Untouchable." "Hey, who’s weak?!" Dean, who had been absent-mindedly nodding along, suddenly snapped back to attention. His eyes widened in disbelief, and in an instant, his face morphed from confusion to protest. "Clarify that! Where am I weak?"