A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

I asked in a very cold voice like I was yelling or they had a very peaceful aura plastered on my face even though I was in so much pain. "Oh just shut the crap I don't care about what other people are doing. This is me. I do my things in a very very different way so I do what I want whenever I want. So aren't you the strong they mourn who makes everyone fall on the news on his arrival or isn't that the type of title you have won for yourself? But if you notice I have never cared about your title because I know you are nothing but a weakling who always has a large mindset that always makes it looks like he was actually strong and fearless and you and I know that you are weak. Very weak.

If I can prove the little girl didn’t steal, then he will have no legitimate reason to grab her in public. The problem is he looks like the type of guy that has buried bodies before. He is also very muscular; if I make a break for it and he stops me before I grab the wallet, we will both look like two pickpockets, and then we’re both screwed. He could seriously hurt me. God help me, I hate my life right now, but I don’t wanna die!

The worst thing was he could do nothing about it. Fane sighed gently at everyone's realistic mentality. Those who are strong will forever be exalted while the weak can do nothing but lick the strong’s boots. Then again, the crowd might be right as the young man obviously had not gone through any hardships before so how could he not be ashamed at his outbursts?

Lucas said faintly to Konnor, who wasn't far away, "So you're not only a weakling, you're also deaf?" "What?" When all the Gene Fighters in the Main Palace heard this, their eyes opened wide. "A Rank 4 Ultimate God Ranked Realm Gene Fighters is a weakling?" "This person..." They could no longer know how to describe Lucas in words. "Junior, you said that I'm a weakling? Do you mean that you are stronger?" There was no anger on Konnor's face but a sneer.

Maybe I'd pick up some girls along the way and fuck somewhere in a parking lot. "You're going to delete that photo and forget what you saw." "B-But I didn’t tell… anyone." he struggled to get the words out, fighting against my hold. It didn't feel like a fight if he wasn't even putting in the effort. It was just one punch. Did humans grow weaker or did I just get stronger? He shouldn't be so weak. He was a pretty well built guy. He seemed like he gymmed every once in a while. His shoulders were broad and muscles thick. I could feel it from his oversized hoodie.

“In short, there’s nothing I can’t do.” Wagner was unbelievable. He was the humblest person I have ever met in my entire life. He reminds me of our top one in class who thinks that he’s unbeatable. “My specialty is my fighting skill. I don’t surrender unless I die,” he said. Now, that sounds cool if it didn’t come from him. “But I’m not a fighter. I’m weak,” I replied. I would look like a meme if I come face to face with criminals. I can’t even fight back against my bullies.

The handsome guy looks fine, he can even stand up. “Hahaha… you see! I can still stand. Hahaha ..... "he said in a loud voice that immediately he knelt on the ground, his body weakened. In a low voice, the handsome one said “What happened to me? I can't possibly be defeated by a weak human vampire like you! ” The handsome man was dying, he could hardly get up again, it was also because his strength was decreasing.

“What?” “You heard me.” He uncrossed his arms. “If you are tired of being called weak, then stop being weak. If you are tired of being a liability, become an asset. Strength isn’t something you are born with. It is something you forge.” He took a step closer, his voice dropping. “Ronan sees a helpless human. So show him a warrior. I can teach you.”

I am quick to draw my sword at him with my truth but my words do not faze him in any way. He merely looks down at me calmly. A few seconds it takes for him to digest my words a low forced chuckle leaves his lips. Eyes serious thumb placed upon my lower lip pressing onto it he whispers, "There are no such things as a mistake, mate. Only weakness. And I am your weakness."

He can throw whatever he wants at me, just as long as he’s still breathing. I glance down at our hands. His skin’s colder now. Still twitching every few minutes like his body’s trying to wake up, but it can’t quite make it. I hate seeing him like this. Not because he looks broken. But because I know he’ll hate looking like this. Vulnerable. Exposed. Weak. But he’s not weak. Not even close. He’s stronger than most of the men I’ve ever met. Tougher too. Stupid as hell sometimes, but never weak.