A Really Weak Guy Novels & Stories

I hate how much it hurts. “Don't do this, Gwen. Pl..please.” I hate how weak I become because of her. How weak she makes my knees feel. I'm a strong man, and I know it myself, apart from being told by anyone. But this tiny little woman will make me feel like I was nothing.

my way out of this shit? “Meaning that---” Zane exclaimed but trailed off as if he didn’t know how to say it. He let out a groan of frustration and threw up his arms, growling in agitation. “You’re one of the weakest werewolves that are in existence. Even weaker than an omega.” “Oh,” I said, hiding my hurt at his words. I didn’t know what an omega was, but I guessed it wasn’t anything good. And I was weak?

Goki already had a gist of what kind of person Yman was. In fact, his damage was too low, he only has 1 damage at the monster of rank C. What's more that rank C+. For sure he would have zero damage against it. He was thinking of how this young man did not traumatize from what happened to him in the last battle. He certainly could not read this specific young man. He has a fine resolution of a good fighter and wits of a wise general, but, his downside he had no mana, had weak strength, and low potential.

" Four tried to explain but my mind was a huge mess at the moment. all i said was give me sometime to sort everything out and blocked him out of my mind. will he reject me because i am a Human! A WEAK HUMAN!!!! but i am not Human heck i am not Weak! i am the strongest one out there! More strong than any other werwolf doesn't matter if he or she. Even Zayn isn't included. but if he reject me because i am too strong! what the actual fuck! my bloody mind is either telling me that he would reject me for being weak Human or he would reject me for being a strong creature. so in either situation my bloody mind is coming to a conclusion for being rejected either way. Suddenly i felt like the air cut

"See, I'm not one of those big strong muscular men. I'm just an omega . I may be your Luna, but you're still a step up from me. So tell me, what has you so down?" "I just hate that I'm not as strong as them. And the worst part is they were just throwing it in my face and teasing me before the rogues showed up. As if to make matters worse, their point was proven how small and weak I am when the rogues almost killed me, because I couldn't fight like them. I'm just not cut out for this stuff! I'm too small and too weak!" He said. I could hear the sadness in his voice, the defeat. I could see it as his head hung again and his eyes went back to his lap.

I scream. There is no way I am strong enough to fight it off, but I’m trying my best. My hand flies up, connecting with his jaw, and he falls back slightly. Surprised by my strength, I stare, mystified. The thing comes back unfazed. “Shit,” I murmur, getting to my feet and be-line it for the school.

"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.”

I teased weakly. He scoffed. “I was already half dead from that gas.” “Excuses.” “If I wasn’t weak, I’d have broken that guy’s arm,” he muttered. I shook my head slightly. “ You're supposed to be an Alph…” “ I'm a beta,” he corrected, “ but that doesn't mean I'm weak,I'm from a strong pack.” There was a brief pause Then he said, “you didn't even put up a fight”” My chest tightened. “ I know .”

"And Kade—my ex—he said he loved me anyway. That it didn't matter. But then I found him with my sister and he basically admitted I wasn't worth keeping because I'm weak." Giselle reached across the counter and grabbed my hand. "They're all assholes. Every single one of them." "Maybe. But they're not wrong. I am weak. I can't shift, can't fight like other wolves, can't—" "Stop." Her grip tightened. "Just stop. You're not weak. You survived people who were supposed to love you treating you like garbage. You survived assassination attempts. You're still here. That's not weakness." Tears pricked my eyes. "I don't feel strong."

“I’m not fragile.” “You’re sick, baby. That’s different. And you’re not alone in this.” She sighed deeply, her stomach still churning faintly. “I hate this. I hate being weak.” “You’re not weak,” he said firmly. “You’re growing life. That’s strength.” She peeked at him with half-lidded eyes, her voice softer. “You make it sound noble.” “It is,” he insisted. “And you’re the strongest person I’ve ever known.”