A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

Garret looked behind him and saw the group. “My problem is weakness,” the last guy said. “Quite right,” Thea said. “It’s your problem. Not his. Nothing about this man is weak. Leave a grieving person alone. Come on, Garret.” Garret turned and walked with the group. “Weakness runs in families,” the guy called out. Thea spun around, marched up to the guy, and grabbed him by the collar.

I mocked him too, extending it to Rick too, my eyes were fixed on him as I said those words. “But you see,” I continue, “it is not everyone that appears weak on the outside that are actually weak. Contrary to your thoughts and beliefs, you are not as powerful as you think. You are weaker than a tired tortoise. Go fix yourself, young man” After talking to him, I suddenly realised I had never been so tough or stood up against a bully like that day.

He was just like me, but not weak. “So what’s your story?” he asked after he was done pouring his heart out. I didn’t feel the need to pour my heart out, but I just couldn’t say no to someone who had passed through more pain than me “I’m a weakling no one cares about. Useless, pathetic, anything pertaining to weakness—that’s me. I was born that way, and I see the deal in it every single day. Due to my weakness I could only work as a teacher in the lowest schools and surprisingly it’s summer holiday so it was probably the best time. ” I narrated my story to him, and surprisingly, he was glaring at me with his cute brown eyes throughout.

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.

I smiled back and walked over to the table. "Luna," he greeted me with trembling hands as we sat down. The waitress approached, and I ordered a decaffeinated coffee. "So, how do you feel?" he asked, and I shook my head. "I feel horrible," I admitted. "It’s not just about my body weight; it’s how I feel inside. I feel like I’m ready to explode, but I don’t even know why. I even argued with my husband last night." He looked at me with wide eyes.

he shouted at the lady who gently stood up with her laps dripping of semen, I felt totally embarrassed at the sight before me, Jamaima friend dressed her skirt before walking past us with no atom of shame on her face. "I can't believe Jace can stoop this low" Jamaima mumbled while staring at the retreating figure of her friend. "Big bro I can't believe you can do this to me, even on my birthday?" Jamaima asked angrily as the guy walked past us without sparing a glance at me. I finally let out the breath I had been holding for a long time immediately the guy left us. "Hush, is he your brother?" I asked while trying to breath normal.

Man, this mate stuff was quite confusing. Calming himself down, Zhane asked Mark, “Aren’t you supposed to have super strength or something”? “What am I? A comic book character? Superman? No, I am not even a man. I am just a boy… who is a nerd.” Mark sighed. “You… think you are a regular human being?” Zhane asked, baffled by his words.

That was what the guy said. "I pity you because you are too weak, you cannot fight fair. Maybe the witches didn't expect you to come because of the fag that you made. So that's why they couldn't depend on themself. But if they saw you And you didn't use your trick. I'm sure that you can't win over one witch. Do you want to see what stronger means?" I shouted

I threw up again and this time nothing came out. I was weak, weak and I knew it. The walls I build around me are too strong for me to break out of, but too weak for people and the universe to break in. I’m weak…

I want to see results as soon as possible'' then he disappeared, and I was left alone with Elijah. '' He cares about you, he's only not good at showing feelings, not after ... '' Elijah stopped not wanting to finish but I finished instead of him '' before my mother's death.'' He looked at me then he gave me a warm smile '' You're not that dumb after all'' he teased trying to change my mood, but I wasn't in the mood '' Not that dumb, neither strong enough to be my father's daughter'' I explained, and he tried to console me '' You're the strongest woman I ever met. You grow up among humans, yet still can find your way among us, also you survived your mate's rejection and games, not to mention