Novel & Cerita Add My Name To Your List Of Weaknesses

I definitely wouldn't turn down more business, but it's still not exactly pleasant to see that note on the page. He's just using you as inspiration, I tell myself. This is fiction, not fact. But my stomach only sinks further as I continue reading: "STRENGTHS: Tenacious. Passionate. Kindhearted. WEAKNESSES: Too emotional. Impulsive. Acts without thinking." And a few lines below that, next to a crossed-out section: "Naïve. Should she have some emotional baggage? A guy from her past - the only guy she's ever loved. Never got over him. Hasn't been with anyone else, even years later. Emotionally volatile around him." And below that: "Very vulnerable, physically and emotionally. Needs protecting."

You fail once, won’t have a second chance in this life game. So, kill all your weaknesses and fight with strength. I usually don’t have any specific weaknesses but there’s one that I’m afraid of; “Love”, this sole word has it enough power to make a person defenceless, because It’s the most dangerous and hard thing for a man like me,

i nods in yes "So yeah my second weak point is money" hearing his silly weak point I rolled my both eyes "You know? What is my first weak point? He asked. umm lucas is trying to give us good business deals so yes i can hear his nonsense "Uhmmm tell me?what's your first weakness?i asked him directly "Girl's" he shocked me saying this "Yes Sweetheart you heard it right. You know if i like Someone at at first sight, I don't leave them" he said holding my wrist

Trying to take a tiny incident and turn it into a foul that causes me to fuck up in a big way. And it worked. "Shit." I scratch my hands through my hair in frustration. "Look, I get why you're frustrated and upset. But here's the thing," he continues, putting one foot up on the desk. "Your competitors are going to find your weakness and go after it over and over again. You know your weaknesses on the field and you spend hours fixing them so no one can use them against you. So instead, they'll use your personal weaknesses to get to you. And that girl is your weakness."

Charm, wit, and a killer smile. And yet. I was still in the truck as he leaned against it and smirked. "I don't like the word no. It's short, clipped, and completely negative in its effect on the world. Therefore, I need to know what your weaknesses are so I can use them against you. Favorite foods, drinks, songs you sing in the shower, places to go, things to see. TV shows - do you prefer Friends or Big Bang Theory. If I was a superhero, which one would you want me to be?" I shook my head. "Do you ever... pause? Stop? Take a time-out? And why do you need to know these things?"

We walk along in silence as I fume. “You could have stepped in.” I finally say, trying to restrain my anger. He shakes his head and heaves a heavy sigh. “You aren’t ever going to get stronger if someone is stepping in to save you.” He says. “It was a sparring session!” I remind him, but he shrugs. “Sparring tests your abilities and finds your weaknesses. Your weakness, it would seem, is your mate-to-be cheering for his mom.” He quirks a brow as if he is all knowing and I frown at the ground.

"But it is. I probably have them, but I haven't acknowledged them yet. Nor do I plan to. Perhaps I want to live in a bubble that I possess nothing that can be used against me." Rolling my eyes, I shook at my head against him. "Do you have any weaknesses?" He asked. "Plenty," I said. "Really? List a few." "Well," I shrugged, "I can't handle bad news well - which is very annoying because I'm going to be a surgeon one day and it demands me to be strong. I can't handle good news either - since I worry it is always followed by something bad, just to maintain the equilibrium." "That's ridiculous."

“I don't need to take permission from you.” I gave him a death stare. “You could have at least…” “You handled yourself,” he cut in. “That was impressive.” The car sped away in silence. After a moment I spoke again. “Thank you for… for standing up for me earlier.” He didn't respond immediately. “Appreciation won't save you,” he replied nonchalantly. My chest tightened. “What?” “You have too many weaknesses,” he said, turning slightly towards me now. “Weaknesses that people like micheal won't fail to see and exploit.”

I'm one of his weaknesses-his Achille's tendon. I look up at Jayden and sigh, "Okay...when does Aidenwant to start?"

‎If my men sense even the slightest crack… the slightest uncertainty… ‎They’ll see it as weakness. ‎And weakness… ‎Is something I can never afford.