Add My Name To Your List Of Weaknesses Novels & Stories

Selene I was freaking tired. My body ached in places and ways that I didn’t know were even possible. Well that was to be expected since Ronan had me on runs at odd hours of the morning and had fun putting me in different positions, no, not that, I meant positions for fighting. Over the course of few weeks I had gotten a bit better but there were a few things that I had noticed about myself. For one I was not flexible whatsoever, two I lacked stamina and three that I was too impatient. And I know listing my flaws was probably going to discourage me even more but I couldn’t help it. I was an over thinker and that’s how I’ll probably remain.

If I am going to survive, I must be strong and get it through my head that everyone I once knew was probably dead, including my entire family and best friend. As I trudge through the woods, it feels like too much. My body is weak, and I stop mid-walk. My breath is heavy. It feels like my throat is closing shut. Oh my God, I’m never going to see them again. I think and fall to the ground again, gasping for air. The last words I said to my family were hateful and ungrateful. “I’m a horrible person.” I sob, wrapping my arms around my torso and rocking back and forth. My entire body trembles, and my eyes ricochet around, watching for any movements. The crunch of twigs catches my attention, and I

Hiding in plain sight apparently isn’t working. There’s one thing my father taught me and taught me well. Actually, there were many, but this one really stuck with me over the years. Find weakness. Search for it like a damn hound. Evaluate it, use it, and exploit, exploit, exploit. All the while, scourge the weakness from yourself, so there’s nothing that can be used against 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."

"You are weak, and your pack's weakness is a reflection of your own inadequacy." His words pierced through me, igniting a fierce fire of defensiveness and frustration within. I straightened my posture, refusing to be consumed by his harsh judgment. "Don't mistake my seemingly gentle demeanour for weakness.” I retorted; my voice infused with a newfound determination. “I may not break bones with a single strike, but I have something far deadlier—my intelligence and resilience.”

“I don’t think that I should be the one telling this. I mean, of course, I only know about them. But I think that anyone would tell them after they see me work for a week because I don’t feel like bragging about myself” He nodded, a playful smirk on his face. “So, what are your weaknesses?” “I really sleep a lot!” I accidentally spoke and then got embarrassed. “b-But, I will change it!” “Well,” he looked at me. “I guess I got one of your strengths. You can’t lie” “I think that is a weakness” I murmured to myself as he raised an eyebrow. “Okay” he nodded, but I don’t think he really heard what I said. “Now, tell me why did you leave your last job”

Over the years, they had built a family of three and protected each other from life's shitstorms. "Then you need to understand that I have exactly two weaknesses. Two liabilities. One is tucked away safe where my enemies can't get to her," he explained patiently, his grey eyes implacable. Her beautiful eyes grew sad. She said with a sigh, "And the other one is being a stubborn fool because she can't abide the idea of having some meathead following her around and telling her what to do."

“No” He shrugged and leaned back, letting smoke curl lazily from his lips. “You want me to be serious? Fine. Here it is. One of your greatest weaknesses, Adrian, is your inability to read women. You see battles, wars, power plays, you read those. That's are your forte, no questions. But not hearts. Not even when they’re staring you right in the face” he seemed to find joy in letting me know my inabilities. My eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?” All I wanted was a fucking clear explanation from his perspective.

I say to him and smile. “Wrong. I offered to take it up with him. Bianca offered to take him under her and give him combat training because he risked the life of…” “You should not have done anything. I am responsible for that boy's life,” I growled as he came closer, leaning in. ‘He is your weakness and is holding you back” he whispers as I push him away from me. “Everyone has a weakness, but they also say you are as strong as your weakest link. So now, I want him back” I say to him as he sighs heavily.

Fuck. I hated myself for being weak.