Girl's Weakness Novels & Stories

Selena hated to be viewed as weak, as this girl who always needed help. She was not. She was never weak. It was only because she was an omega that everyone saw her like that. Or maybe it was because almost everyone knew that her sister had always been sick, making her kind of depressed almost all of the time. But did being depressed make you weak? She did not think that, honestly. If that was one of the factors that could tell if someone was weak, then that would mean that she was the weakest person ever. Because you see, she was depressed by nature.

Ghost settled onto the floor outside the door, "I once spent years helping another young girl who said she was 'fine' when she wasn't. She taught me that being strong doesn't mean facing pain alone." Having a shoulder and ear helped so much. There was a moment of silence before Sara's quiet voice responded: "Luna?" "My princess," Ghost confirmed. "She used to hide her fears, too. Thought she had to be strong all the time because of who her parents were. Sound familiar?" The bathroom door cracked open slightly. Sara's golden eyes were red from crying, her phoenix magic creating small, unstable flames around her. "He was right," she whispered. "I am weak. Breaking down like this, hiding in bat

And just at that moment, she scoffed and placed her handcuffed hands on the table while directing her fingers toward me. “I’ve always found you fascinating because you sometimes make foolish choices and have ridiculous thoughts, and that is intriguing,” she said, but I remained silent as I observed her. “Do you really think I didn't have any objectives from the start that I would let someone like Lucas become my weakness ? Do you honestly believe I would allow Lucas to be my Achilles' heel?” she said, bursting into laughter and then she continued, “That's the issue with people who have weaknesses, they’re often blinded by them, paralyzed by their own insecurities and fears. They allow it to

“Why don’t you pick someone on your own size?” Christy said and my heart only broke more. I used to be able to defend myself before, I have never been the type to rely on anyone and now take a good look at me. “Oh yeah? Who is on my size, you?” Mia asked. “Dream on, you know why you will always be like this, it’s because you lack human compassion. A girl like you just had her heart broken in this manner and instead of you to help, knowing that this could happen to you too but rather you are hurting her more.”

I am now scraped up and bruised, at least on the inside. The outside of my body is doing exactly what it is supposed to do for an Alpha, but that doesn’t stop the pain I feel throbbing in my muscles and joints from this seemingly never ending fight. “I will have you. Your fight is futile. I can’t believe the Goddess was stupid enough to place so much power in the hands of such a small and weak little girl. None of the other females in our family could handle their powers either. You have no idea what you possess and no one to teach you how to use it.”

A threat clear and loud. I do not know where this boldness springs from. The girl is frail at best, so much so, she shakes in the wind like she has not had a meal in days. And yet she threatens a girl with a wolf. I know that wolves become weaker if they do not shift often. The slaves are not given time to shift. They are much weaker than even omega wolves now, but their strength remains stronger than us with no wolves at all. "HAVEN-" I try to reach to her.

"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."

He needs to grow up with strictness since he's my son - my only child who's going to take over the company soon and that depends on if he survives this illness. There are cures to it but Brandon isn't yet well cause he's to young to experience such. Majority of the victims are older but he's still quite young. Kira took over the teaching and Brandon seemed to be learning alot. She began demonstrating whatever crap she was saying and that was when I was sure am in for it. Her backside moved along with her which made it bounce a little and I felt my di*k react to it. This is not me. I've lived years without s3x and me being horny is not a problem so why am I going hard all of a sudden?

"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."

Being a female means weakness? “Does being a female mean weakness? Being a female mean I can't have self control? Tell me what being a female mean?! Tell me why you keep thinking being a female mean I’m inferior!” she yelled looking deep into his eyes, she was on the verge of tears this time. He wasn't the first person to say it. All the elders at the council had said it. ^ she is a female, she can't be the Alpha. ^ she is a female, she is weak.