Novel & Cerita Girl's Weakness

My skin crawled in disgust just by the thought of it. “Because she is a girl,” “And?” “Girls are weak and emotional fools,” she reasoned out. I shook my head, not agreeing with her. “My Luna was neither a weak nor an emotional fool. From what I’m able to understand by staying by her side, I think girls grow up in the way they are raised. It depends on the parents how they raise their children. So, if Kate is weak, then it’s because you failed to raise her strong." "..."

The crunch of twigs catches my attention, and I look behind me. “Jay?” I whisper. But nothing. My choices are slim. It’s stay get caught or run get caught. Either way, I’m most likely a dead girl. Having no survival skills, how will I fight off whatever supernatural shit is going on? I’m not. I’m just flat-out doomed.

I want to leave, but Kendra’s gorilla grip is solid. The little girl is strong and scared. She’s just a child – his child. “Let me put her to bed,” I said as I walked toward the staircase. He blocked my way. His eyes looked menacing and determined. Of course, he wanted me gone. Does he think I don’t want to leave? The man just called me a slut! “Kendra’s grip is tight, and she is not letting go,” I whispered. “Either you let me put her to sleep so I can sneak out, or you pull her off me. It’s your call.” I continued.

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.

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.

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

I lifted a hand—stand down. “And once that weakness is found…” His sly smile bloomed, false and poisonous. “All strength collapses.” A growl tore from my chest. By the time my warriors dragged him away, my mind was no longer in the tent. Damn him. Weakness? I never had a weakness. Not until a small, fragile girl from Thornspire stepped into my palace. A girl who smelled of wildflowers. A girl with clear, defiant green eyes. A girl whose gentle touch soothed the primal curse inside me.

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

“If you tried to use your power right now you wouldn’t have the energy needed to sustain it.” I could hear the truth behind his words. I suspected he would never lie to me, but I needed my own confirmation. This vulnerability was not something our women faced. We were strong. We needed our mates eventually, but meeting them did nothing to damper our powers. Turning my head toward the bed, I blew a stream of air toward it. It frosted over, a thin layer of ice coating it, before my body slumped against his. Panic and horror grew as my breathing became labored. I felt weak as a lamb. How could I face anyone like this? I was weak. Weak and vulnerable. Two things I hadn’t been since I’d been a ch

No one could beat her and she stuck out as a sore thumb because of her strength as a woman. Gina always felt worried then that her daughter would never be able to blend in, as she hadn’t made any friends in the five years they had been there, so when she saw her changing, no longer eager to show her prowess on the training ground, she felt maybe becoming like that had been a good thing.