Inferiority Complex Books Novels & Stories

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”

The condition was just a single one, yet it was difficult for many to have such intelligence. Only with such high intelligence would one be capable of becoming a scholar. This was because the wielding manual for scholars was highly complex and difficult to perceive. Even more exasperating was that the manuals were very arrogant, and wouldn’t open up to anyone whom they perceived as unworthy. These unworthy people were usually those with intelligence below the benchmark. And their path was a bit different.

In the end, she still can't refuse Zillion's demanding and pushy request. “Why do you always think about what other people say? A psychologist shouldn't have an inferiority complex like you. What Aaron said is right, you underestimate yourself even though you have many advantages that you never realized so far. Look, you have a beautiful face, you are attractive, and you also have hot sexy lips."

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.

Amara stood next to Don with tears in her eyes. After what had transpired, she thought he would divorce her. After all, she came from a rural area. He could've done it any time he wanted. In fact, Amara had felt inferior in her heart. That was the exact reason all of this happened. She lacked love and a sense of security. What was more, she felt the constant need to prove her self-worth. All of these contributed to her inferiority complex. That was how she came to raise someone like Paxton.

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.

Sneering in response, Xavia retorted, “Are you seriously saying you’re an understanding person after you constantly misunderstood and humiliated me…?!” “…I didn’t know you were drugged, and thought that you truly loved him… I was just afraid of losing you forever. Look, my inferiority complex was less about losing my ability to walk and more about feeling worried that my inability to give you my all like before would cause you to lose interest in me… I mean, I couldn’t even get up to give you a hug for the longest time… Adding that to the fact that I kept seeing you together with Mark…”

"Collateral damage?" Chalida’s voice was a razor-thin whisper, devoid of the warmth that had once characterized their childhood. She tilted her head, her eyes reflecting the erratic, flickering glow of the terminal. "You speak as if I haven’t seen the projections, Pim. As if I haven't watched the Algorithm predict the exact moment of our own obsolescence. Maybe I am collateral damage. But at least I’m going out as the architect of the chaos, not the victim of it."

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...

"What? What's that facial expression for, Claire? It's not like it's not true, I mean, it's really obvious though. First of all, Navier is a hunred percent prettier than you. Second of all, she's a hunredfold more wiser and smarter than you, she's a detective, a mastermind and obviously a genius. Third of all, she's taller than you. Fourth of all, her family is more influencial, wealthier, and more powerful. Fifth reason, she's perfect in almost everything while you struggle to surpass her but you can't even be compared to her, even an inch! Sixth reason, she's an angel while you're a she-devil. Seventh reason, you--" "Shut up! Shut up! Adharia this! Adharia that! Don't you think I don't kno