Novel & Cerita Add My Name To Your List Of Weaknesses

Admit it" I urged him defensively. "Fine I do. But it's not for you or anyone else to know. It's a terrible thing to have weaknesses Sarah" Emilio opened up to me. "It's not. It shows you are human. Can't you just accept your flaws and be more nicer to everyone around you?" I questioned.

I couldn't make up for his strange behavior for any other reason than that. "You're stupid," I heard him say as I felt the coldness of the cream pouring on my palm. He lowered his gaze to my neck, I knew what the gazes that were clinging there saw; He was looking at how far I could and could go while hurting myself during the crisis. "You want to escape, but you act without plan and strategy." When he started to spread the cream on my palms, he laid his head on his shoulder and gave all his attention to what he was doing. "Your impatience is your greatest weakness of impulsive decisions."

I couldn’t figure out his angle, his scheme, but I craved freedom more than ever, and I yearned to demonstrate I was far beyond that. “I’m not feeble,” I murmured, though the phrase rang empty, even to me. +15 Bonus “You are,” he declared, with utter certainty in his delivery. “You weep over a kid’s sketch. You quiver when a guy shouts. You chase solace from the first soul offering a hint of warmth. That’s weakness personified. You’re a risk. A flaw I can’t tolerate.” He shoved off from the desk, spinning away as if I didn’t merit another second of his focus.

“Every powerful man has a weakness, darlin’, and for Ruin, that’s clearly you.” There’s a brief silence, and I can almost feel him appraising me. “Careful, Leo,” I say, using the name that suddenly comes to me, a stab in the dark. “You’re still to meet your weakness, and trust me, she’ll trust you just as much as you trust me.” The shock in his scent is unmistakable. “How the fuck did you—” “Figure out your name?” I interrupt with a small chuckle. “Let’s just say I have my ways. It’s part of my ‘weakness’ package.”

"As the story goes, mom’s male mistress hit me so hard as I bit his lower leg that it caused me to have a weakness here at the left arm. I have a broken bone here that couldn’t be fixed anymore, it's a flaw in my bravery." "Are you for real? I never noticed you having a weak spot on your left arm up until now. Even if you fight, carry your weights, and do manly actions. Also, why did not anyone tell me about it?" "Of course, I am still maintaining my strongest strength, but deep inside I feel emptiness and inadequate robustness. Only a trusted person knows this because, as an Alpha, I need to protect my weakness. If not, then the unfavorable opponent would gladly target it."

Leaning with one knee bent and the other stretched out casually like we hadn’t just made a mess. "That felt really good." I giggled excitedly. I never knew a day would come when I'll stand up for myself and actually win the fight. "Weakness is an advantage to your enemies... "They will feed on it and leave you dry." I quickly cut him off, finishing off the sentence. I can't believe I've memorized that in my head already. “Hey…” I turned to him, my voice softer than I expected. "Yes, little wolf?” He lifted a brow.

Max's coat was still on my shoulders, as it keeps me from cold. "I have weaknesses too but I started to overcome them, learning that I should fight over them. Or else I'll lose myself when it will become a hindrance to me," he replied, looking like he's also suffering from something. "What are your weaknesses? Can you share it with me?" I asked then he just nodded. "It's just my weakness to fight what I feel, it's because it causes me to do some things that are out of my control," he said and I was a bit worried about him. "What do you mean by that?" I asked.

He added, sounding like a mafia boss. “What if I can't?” I asked, knowing nobody would believe anything I say including my own father. He looked puzzled. “You should or you won't be at peace” he said. He chuckled and added. “Listen kid, everyone has a weak point where it hurts so bad.” But then realization hit me when he said those words, 'Weakness'. He turned around trying to take a step, but I stopped him subconsciously. “Will you be my groom, then?”

When they finish the list, the head trainer gives each of us a slip of paper — our performance profile. I unfold mine immediately. Performance Assessment – Cadet Lyra Weston Rank: 14 / 20 Primary Strengths: – Exceptional speed and cardiovascular endurance – High physical resilience; rapid recovery rates – Strong spatial awareness during movement drills Primary Weaknesses: 1. Noncompliance with Superior Instruction Recorded incident: Refusal to shift during mandatory pack-run exercise. Cadet demonstrated deliberate disobedience, compromising unit cohesion. Insufficient Team Integration Cadet displayed minimal engagement with fellow trainees. Limited verbal coordination and lack of cooperative

“All your paperwork is on your desk. Maybe you should stop wasting time trying to tell me to do my job faster and actually step up and do yours.” “I would have the time to do mine if you did yours correctly!” “You want to fight, Silas? Because we can fight. We can take this out back. I’d be happy to show you how much I could not only hold my own, but protect the people who are important to me. I don’t need to overcompensate for my weaknesses.” Snorting, I shook my head. “You shouldn’t be so happy to say that you have weaknesses.” “If I don’t accept that I have them, how can I be better? How can I know where I need help if I don’t acknowledge them? I’m not all powerful, Silas. Neither are you