Her Tears Are His Weakness Novels & Stories

William was indeed weak in front of people who cries, he couldn't help it and stepped in to help even if it means that he had to get beaten up, it was an odd temptation. "You are weak to tears. But your team must be holding a grudge against you right now."

****************************** Her tears has the power to make him kill the reason of her tears and her smile has the power to make his anger melt in a second. **************************

"It's okay, you can cry." "Like, it's my own fault you know? I didn't work hard enough, at least not harder than her. I wish I could have just said no instead of giving in to my stupid cravings, like the nightclub." In Leonardo's embrace, I finally let go of the facade of strength I had been clinging to. Tears streamed down my cheeks, and I clung to him as if he were my last resort. "It's okay, baby," he whispered soothingly, his fingers gently stroking my hair. "Crying doesn't make you weak. It just means you cared deeply about something."

Tears fell on her arms. The sight was blurry. She didn't notice him extending his feet toward her. "I can't think of my days, nights without you, babe. My rivals consider you my weakness. More than my weakness you're my strength." Cupping her face, he ran his thumbs under her eyes, "Just do as I say." Her eyes searched for emotions that seemed locked, and slowly she nodded her head.

“Perfect. One more. Mercy is weakness.” “Please...” “Mercy. Is. Weakness.” I look at them bleeding, crying, staring at me like I’m their last hope. “Mercy is weakness,” I whisper. “Louder.” “Mercy is weakness.” “LOUDER!” “MERCY IS WEAKNESS!” The shout tears out of me and something inside me just… snaps. He smiles like I finally passed the test.

he pleades, but she only held into her neck, her gaze fixed on the floor, while tears stream down her cheeks. “I didn't mean to hurt you Amy and I didn't mean to not always come for you. I am just,......weak.” the last word took him a while to utter, as much as he hates admitting that he is weak, he is weak and it doesn't change a thing. “I am just weak and I am not as powerful as Ace. That's why it keeps looking like I do not ever come to your rescue.” he pleaded with her, but she only raise her gaze to meet him, tears rolling out of her eyes.

I cried and only cried. "Crying is not your weakness, lavi. Letting your tears out, is a sign of bravery that you are accepting your sorrows the way you accept your happiness. Taking someone's help is not being weak. It needs courage to build your team and win everything." He spoke as he made me sit and wiped my tears. "You are strong. Stronger than i will ever be."

“And they think you are it.” I laughed once. Broken. “They have no idea.” He crossed the room and knelt in front of me. Took my face in his hands. His thumbs brushed away tears I did not know were falling. “They are wrong,” he said. “You are not leverage.” “What am I then.” His gaze dropped to my lips. Then back to my eyes. “My weakness,” he said quietly. “And my reason.” The way he said it scared me. It sounded like truth. A loud bang echoed through the mansion.

Long enough for my chest to tighten with something dangerous. I poured myself a drink, letting the burn of vodka scorch my throat. Anything to keep from admitting the truth that lingered just behind my ribs. Missy wasn’t a distraction. She was a weakness. My weakness. I hated myself for it. I’d been trained my whole life to strip weakness from my body, my mind, my soul. Father made sure of it. He’d say things like, “You want mercy? Ask for it in your next life.” And he’d drive me into the dirt until my muscles gave out. No mistakes. No excuses. No softness.

It dawned on him that she had no idea of her fire powers and how this was all a result of that abomination. "Myan, I'm sorry." He wheezed, finding it difficult to say words. He was back to his human form and his hair was disoriented. "This is my fault, please stay with me, I have to fix this, our child, I need you two, please..." he wailed. Myan was losing strength but she had so much to say. Her inability to compose any words hurt her and caused more tears to roll down her cheeks. "Tell me we can save her, I'm begging you!" He cried for assistance but the Tonners did nothing, just stood still and watched him suffer, watched his wife suffer.