Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

I'm certain that he'll definitely reject me since I am a weakling and weak Omegas can't be mated to strong Alphas lest they bring them down! Tears has been falling nonstop as I run and that shock me still. Since I started receiving all the torture and beatings, I never cried. No matter the situation, I remained strong and I refused to be put down by tears. With time, I've learned that by crying, you only became more vulnerable and weaker. Those evil people would target you more and more since they derive pleasure in making you suffer. What a godforsaken world we live in! The weak and poor have no space in it whatsoever!

She stared at her hand in his, the stark white bandage against his darker skin, the symbol of something neither of them said aloud: she might shatter, but he’d be there to hold the pieces. When she finally looked up, tears shimmered in her eyes. “I don’t want to be fragile.” “You’re not,” he said fiercely. “You’re stronger than anyone I’ve ever known. They see tears and call it weakness. I see you fight through hell and still stand. That’s not fragile. That’s unbreakable.” Her breath caught. For a moment, she let herself lean into him, her forehead against his chest. His arms came around her, strong, grounding.

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."

Finally, he answered, voice low and tired. “Because love is a weakness. And in this world, weakness gets people killed.” Her hand stilled. The cloth slipped from her fingers and landed in the sink with a muted splash. She stood slowly, looking down at him with something unreadable in her gaze. “Then what am I to you?” she asked. “Another weakness? A liability? Just a piece on the board?” He turned his head to meet her eyes. For once, there was no steel, no mask. Only the man. Raw. Real. Wounded in ways deeper than flesh.

his cheeks soaked in tears. I caressed his bug and hugged Blake. “Shhh. Let’s keep our faith strong. They will wake up,” I fight hard my tears, but they were uncontrollable. It was the first time I witnessed a strong and tough man crying over his son. “Damn these tears,” he sobbed. “It’s okay, Blake. Tears are not a sign of weakness nor a measurement of one’s masculinity. We cried because we are human and we feel sadness,”

“I fucking hate showing weakness like this, but you’re my mate, so I can’t exactly hide this side of me from you.” I draw my hands up to his face, wiping his tears away, and my heart shatters at how he stiffens at my touch. “This isn't weakness. I turned to another man because of my fear and self-doubt; that is weakness.” I say and shake my head.

Tuncay used to attribute my unexpected rapid mixing to my pill addiction, maybe he was right. In order not to show my resentment, I turned my back and proceeded to the stairs, but my eyes were full of tears, I didn't want tears in my eyes. I didn't want to be a stupid, weak girl who took shelter in tears. I wanted to be strong, even if it was tiring, at least I wanted to look like I was strong. I didn't want my weakness to defeat me. But that tear that broke out of the anger inside me was just a tear. The tears flowing from your eyes at that moment when everything seems to be coming towards you, are actually the pieces that come from the weakness that lives within us.

‎ ‎“And then you came along.” ‎ ‎Her chest ached. ‎ ‎“You don’t manipulate me,” he said quietly. “You don’t fear me. You don’t want my power.” ‎ ‎“I want you,” she said softly. ‎ ‎“That’s exactly the problem.” ‎ ‎He stepped closer, voice low. ‎ ‎“If I let myself love you,” he said, “you will become my weakness. And in my world, weaknesses are slaughtered.” ‎ ‎Tears slid down her cheeks.

"I hate that I cry around you. I never did it around anyone. Not even Richard. Well, except when we were kids but that's long ago." "It's not that bad, is it?" "It is, I feel weak and that scares the hell outta me." "We all have our weakness, Destiny. That is what makes us. And fighting our weakness is what makes us strong." She nodded, wiped her tears off completely, and turned to him but didn't meet his eyes. He wiggled his nose. " Quite incredible puffy eyes you got there, Tiny." A smile threatened to pop up in her face but she chased it away with a straight worried face.

he plays with my index "So you may have to bear our presence. "I don't know Lance...i...I" I shook my head as tears threatened to fall. I hardly cried these days. That was a weakness to me and I refuse to accept weakness anymore. But right now, laying here looking very worn_out and helpless, I can't help but feel weak.