A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

I feigned innocence. "With what?" He rasped. "Your weak muscles. Didn't you admit you're not as strong as you appear? Consider this my contribution to building your strength." "I meant my immune system is compromised," He hissed. "It has made me weak. I can fall sick at any given time." "Enough with the excuses," I waved my hand dismissively. "Show me what you've got, Justice, or I'll keep seeing you as the weakling you claimed to be."

His perfume was expensive but I knew that he wasn't my. I looked around and I was suddenly alone. He had disappeared. I sighed sadly. I wish more people like him existed. I looked at the vial again. If I did drink it and it was poison, at least his face would be the last face I saw before I died. It was better than the life I was living. I opened it and tilted the vial to my mouth and downed the contents in one swing. The effects were almost instant. I felt my body become stronger and soon, all my bruises healed. My leg no longer throbbed and my stomach no longer gave me pain. I looked at the vial again and kept it in my pocket–as a memory to the first kind person I had met in my entire life

He whispered and I turned to him annoyed. "What? You think I'm too weak to handle a little bit of cold?" I said, glaring at him. He only raised his left brow further. I sighed and looked away. "Yeah, I'll be fine" I said, annoyed. I don't like being weak, but I couldn't help, I was an omega, and we were naturally weak. And yeah Aiden was right, I can't handle being out in this much cold but I wasn't going to back out like a loser. I hate him seeing me as weak. I can be strong too, just like Ariana.

I stared at him more closely. He had sincere smiles and good eyes, and that could not be said of most of the people I knew. "Why are you being so nice to me?" I asked. Due to your appearance, you need a friend, he said. And I believe you are stronger than you are. "I don't feel strong," I said. Strength has nothing to do with how you feel, he said. It is doing what you do regardless of your weakness. You survived the poison, you survived through the confession of your husband. You’re still here. That takes guts."

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.

He rubbed his chin on her head. “You’re not alone, Af. it’s not all on you.” “I’m so fucking weak,” he said through gritted teeth. “The genius crown prince, my ass.” “You’re one of the strongest people I know. You know I met a lot of them, right?” Shadow replied, not skipping a beat.

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!

People, I'm weak. End of Text.

Because I’m weak and I looked like some of the silly weak girls. Ugh! Unbelievable!