Romans & histoires Inferiority Complex Books

But, now I see, all of that was futile. “ I had the same opportunities you had, yes, but they never felt like mine. I felt like an impostor, each time I had a grand dream. And I hate that I was made to feel like a common thief in my own father’s house." “ That sounds to me like your own inferiority complex speaking to you. I can tell you as a matter of fact that no one saw you as inferior. No one thought of you any less than you are. You’ve always been a part of us. And my mother? She made sure you never had to feel neglected”

"She even changed to a regular wear!" "Earlier she was bullied for flirting with invisible now it's the new mysterious guy!" another commented. "Why don't she just learn her lesson who once? I feel so sorry for her," The first student said. "Sorry for who? You're as shameless as she is tch!" The second student said and walked away. Dream locked the door of her car before she looked round, studying the environment of the small but rich library. The library was fairly big with medium sized halls with alot of good books arranged in collections. This was the reason why she called the library, rich.

I blushed, shook my head, and cleared my throat. “I mean, I’ve been planning to give you since you solved the assignment. The book is very important, it costs the owner’s life.” “What?” he asked in surprise. He’s too young to know the story of the book. The book isn’t popular because it’s the author’s first book. He was a psychologist and also labelled a psychopath. What he wrote in the book was facts about human nature, how to read people and how to make them respect you at all costs as their boss.

His pride was fragile, and he could not accept criticism from anyone. Deep down, his poor background was the root of his inferiority. On the surface, he acted like a hardworking student from a humble family. But inside, he hated where he came from. He believed everyone secretly looked down on him. Especially when he compared himself to Hayes, who came from a wealthy family. That comparison made him feel even more inferior. His cheerful personality and humble attitude had all been an act. Looking back now, anyone who could pretend so perfectly for so many years had to be mentally unstable.

She did not deserve to be in the same room as everyone else. Why did she even attend the banquet in the first place? She would have been hard-hearted and stayed in the house. Olivia looked at the woman who was standing before her with envy. She was beautiful, she had a nice figure and she had a good family background. She was confident and she could do whatever she wanted. Only if she had a tenth of this woman’s courage, she would have been able to stand up for herself. But the inferiority complex in her would only make her want to quiver in fear. She did not have what it takes to face someone head-on. If not, she would not be feeling this humiliated.

It wasn't just one book it was more like a series kind of book, though still about the same people. In this book, I read about Hardin—how fvcked up he was and how messed up his life was.. How he almost broke Tessa with his shits and dumps and one thing came to my mind.. I am worse than Hardin.. Not only am I fvcked up but my life is a total fvck up.. And not only will I break the people I care about but I'd kill them, even before I know it.

He answered her solemnly, “I’m not boasting. I’ve always been serious.” “But why did you make me enter into the competition of securing a spot in the city center? This is an impossible task. Or were you thinking that I haven’t been ridiculed enough by them?” Winifred was extremely upset. All these years, her spine had been broken, and she could never get back up. The sense of inferiority and cowardice had rooted deeply inside her heart.

"Stupid girl! You don't measure up to me in any way. I'm prettier than you and richer than you. I am better than you. You will never measure up to me!" Faith rolled her eyes. "Listen, lady, it is not a competition. I don't care about you. I don't want to be like you in any way. Let me tell you something. When I saw you the first time, I thought you were so beautiful and classy. Turns out you're nothing but run-of-the-mill trash." She gasped and sputtered, trying to get words out. "Wh-What-- H-how dare you!?" "I feel sorry for you," Faith continued. "With all your money and class," she drew air quotes around 'class', "you're still battling inferiority complex. Even I, who you called poor and

She had always been this perfect portrayal in the pack—lovely, charming, and flawless that everyone wanted to connect with, whereas I was the clumsy, reckless, and brainy wolf who’d find solace in seclusion. Arin is the well-mannered persona that overwhelmed me with her wits. I have always been pressured to keep up with her. It was the fatigue that had surfaced. She makes me reflect on my actions—in a way, makes me feel amiss. I did not realise I’d developed an inferiority complex in her ameliorate till the time her first imperfection surfaced at Shaach-eero. I squeeze my eyes and massage my jawline at the recollection of the slap with a long sigh. If only I can go back and stop myself...

Her mannerisms irritated Natasha greatly and all these years she's worked hard to reduce that pride to dust but now she seems to be even fiercer and collected. To Natasha, Scarlett was the sole cause of all the hardships she and Beatrice suffered, living a poor life; therefore she deserved to be punished. It should have been her who lived like a princess all these years and not that bitch and her mother. To see the stupid Scarlett look down on her like a princess eyeing a commoner; disturbed her greatly. Natasha felt consumed in Scarlett's shadow again. Natasha clenched her fists tightly as she felt her inferiority complex spike out of nowhere - 'No, I'm overthinking it. Someone can't change