Girl's Weakness Novels & Stories

I had a hutch about who could have pulled up something evil as that but they was no evidence. For their sake, I hope my gut was wrong. My muscles tensed as anger coursed through my veins. The rage within me threatened to explode but I remained calm - for her. I tightened my arms around her waist. I couldn't get enough and I sure needed more time to reassure myself that she was okay. Then it hit me. Sarian was my weakness. In the world I live in, weakness was a curse. The easiest way to get killed. Having weaknesses could make someone become vulnerable.

I whispered, but she ignored it. "Why did you fainted?" She asked. "Why?" "Because I wanted to know" "Are you going to cure me if I told you the reason?" "No, still I wanted to know." "You don't have to." "Are you scared of being weak or letting someone know that you have a weak spot? You know what? It's okay to be weak sometimes than to pretend you're always strong. Everyone can be weak, no one is strong except God." "Shut up or I'll kick you out. I'm sleeping, you're too loud."

Elizabeth said, "If you dare to say it's heavy again, I will... I'll reduce one more level for you! After all, you're my elder sister and you even look so similar to me!" Following that, Jonason advised Elizabeth to be more gentle. Then, Elizabeth helped Sigrid readjust the weights without any expression and grunted, "You really live up to your reputation as a weakling." What the hell was the Weakling Class? A person commented, "It seems like she looks quite frail? It seems that she is indeed a weak girl. I always feel that she couldn't stand the training!" Followed by the training, the scenes focused on a few teachers teaching and giving guidance. Miley watched the show and commented, "This

I couldn't get closer to her without being pushed away. I realized that she didn't have any weaknesses. She was a student of Suzana, and it was probably impossible to beat her. Then a memory flashed into my head. When we were seated at the "House of Delusions," I noticed that she wasn't as bright as when she had first come. She was aging and needed to recharge again soon. That was her weakness! She was supposed to be getting less stronger. "I got it," I said. Everybody turned to me, eager to listen to what I had to say.

I feel weak. “You should accept the fact that you never had what it takes, little girl. Your father didn’t build all of this alone. I was with him long before your mother even met him.” “What are you saying?” “I’m saying when I find myself in a position of weakness, I do what I have to do. If your mother had taught you that, perhaps you wouldn’t be so pathetic.” A lump forms in my throat and I swallow hard. “If that’s all, goodnight.” She hangs up.

Aria's POV I didn't know what to say. Normally, I would have been happy about such a surprise, but this time, I wasn't. I had gained weight, and only the Moon Goddess knew how much worse it could get. I couldn't imagine myself in a bikini. Even if Andrew accepted me as I was, I didn't like seeing myself or being seen. But the biggest problem was that I still had to meet Dr Parker for the injection every two days. I tried to smile. "Andrew, this is fantastic," I began, but he looked at me in confusion.

You called her weak and threw away everything. "I didn't know," I said aloud, my voice cracking against the stone corridor, though there was no one to hear it. You didn't want to know, he corrected. You saw someone quiet and decided that meant fragile. You never once looked closer. I pressed my palm against the wall, grounding myself against the spinning sensation that had gripped me since the doors first opened. Every memory of the past year rearranged itself in my mind, twisting into something I no longer recognized. The girl healed slower than the others during training—not because she was weak, but because she was suppressing power the rest of them could not have imagined.

“Targeted by what.” Iris studied them for a moment. Not as council leader. As someone who understood what it meant to build something fragile and real. “By something that cannot form its own,” she said. “So it tries to weaken what can.” The girl’s grip tightened again. “We are not weak.” Iris stepped closer and lowered herself slightly so she was at their level. “No,” she said firmly. “You are new.” A pause. Then she corrected herself without hesitation. “There is a difference.”

Just a broken girl who represented nothing except my victory over her father. Her eyes remained downcast, dark lashes trembling against her too-pale cheeks, as if she hoped that perfect stillness might render her invisible. The desperate desire to disappear was written in every line of her posture, every shallow breath she took. It should have disgusted me—the sight of her shrinking into herself, the pathetic slope of her shoulders that spoke of utter defeat. Strength was what I valued, what I respected, what I surrounded myself with. Weakness like hers was supposed to inspire nothing but contempt.

“Every supernatural creature and even some humans know the weaknesses of werewolves and what they are vulnerable to. That hasn’t left werewolves vulnerable. Courage isn’t an absence of weakness; it is striving despite it. My weaknesses are also the weaknesses of the enemy, and so I think it is a win to find it out.” He nodded, and his eyes fluttered. “Yes, you’re right.” With her guidance, he had seen the bigger picture. The answer was indeed with them all along. She turned her attention to Quincy and said, “Tell us.” “Gold,” the little boy answered without hesitation. “Gold.” Zera repeated after him, confused about what he meant by that. Zera wasn’t vulnerable to gold. She had many pieces o