Romans & histoires Inferiority Complex Books

"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

“You see, I’m doing you a favor. I bet it wasn’t easy scrapping by and living like a house rat.” Yeah, the warm feelings I had seconds ago have definitely now vanished. His vanity and insult are a slap back to reality. He may have a face like the Greek gods, but his personality is rotten to the core. I must have been stupid and blinded to have fallen in love with him. I take a calming breath, “It’s sad that money has given you luxuries but has done nothing to improve your personality. The fact that you’re insulting me to make yourself feel better says a lot about you. It’s been said that bullies bully others because they suffer from low self-esteem and an inferiority complex. Could it be tha

“The way you looked down on me left a bitter taste on my tongue. It was a cruel thing to do to a kid and it’s something you did often! When I failed classes, you came with a perfect score to mock me. In school, you were the mighty Park’s daughter and I was nobody. You knew people were saying things about me, mocking me because I became your sister yet I was still somehow less than you and you never said anything!” “There’s the inferiority complex,” I said without giving her a break. “I was a kid myself and everyone has the right to choose their friends. I couldn’t even remember you but you kept me in your mind and probably replayed that moment many times in your head and twisted it to make m

😭😭😭 What’s exactly the problem with my behavior? She showed me the first book that she had opened. “The first is the ‘Low Society’, consisting of people who want to be respected or accepted despite their timidity. Are you one of them, Miss Sena? “ What’s timidity?! Oh Cecile, I have an urgent business to take care of! 😭😭😭 I should report them to Sean! Fine then, I belong to that Low Society! I don’t have millions to even be a part of the High Society.

“You may begin immediately.” She swept out, leaving me alone in the small study. I sat there for a moment, trembling with anger and humiliation, before forcing myself to stand. Five books. Fine. I’d read them all and prove I wasn’t the worthless omega everyone seemed to think I was. The library was mercifully empty. I selected the required books, all of them thick and tedious, and settled into a corner chair. As I read about the seventeen variations of curtsying depending on rank and occasion, my mind wandered again despite my best efforts.

He went further and said that if I left him, I would be alone forever because not only was I undesirable, I was also pregnant with his child and no one would want someone like that. I should have resisted, fought back, slapped him, screamed at him, said fuck you and divorced his ass but instead I believed it because deep down I had already created this inferiority complex, he only said what I had been bottling this whole time, displaying my fears before my very eyes. I was speechless and scared. So very terrified. I didn't…want to be alone. Not anymore. I wanted to have something, someone, even if it was a horrible, narcissistic, lying, cheating bastard.

Yet again, he used the term ‘pathetic worm’ to describe her, an insult that hurt her deeply. “You dared not accept my feelings because you are afraid that the person I love is still Myra and that I have other motives for pursuing you. You thought about it a lot, yet you refused to believe that I love you. It’s your inferior self that made you believe an enemy like me will never fall in love with you. You don’t believe that you have what it takes to make me fall for you.” While Matthias emphasized his point, it sounded as though he was saying that to himself as well. They were both similar in character—if it wasn’t for their inferiority complex, the three of them would probably have been in d

“Then you're basically admitting that you know you’re basic, just like the rest of us. And you know it. I wonder where this superiority complex came from. Probably from always being praised and treated higher than everyone else. But deep down you know you are not that special. But you’ll do everything to try and get rid of those thoughts, which is why you were so desperate for my approval. Because if there’s one person that isn’t going along with what everyone says and praising you for absolutely nothing. Then your world fucking shatters. And what’s revealed, is incompetency.” END OF FIRST ARC

I shrugged with a smile and did not bother explaining further. There was no point in trying to explain it to these people. They only believed what they wanted to believe. At the end of the day, they were just too cowardly. I pulled out that psychology book and flipped through it again during my break time. It looked like this book really worked. The notes tucked between the pages were exactly the insights I had gained from putting it into practice. Every step precisely targeted the weaknesses of human nature. Those so-called “rich guy” rumors were nothing more than illusions the masses chose to believe.

I paid attention to what she was teaching and took notes. I watched as she scolded a guy in the class. He talked rudely to her. I hated my classmates. They were all filthy rich unlike me. But that's not why I hated them. It was the way they talked to the others, the way they behaved that angered me. Most of the people didn't talk with me because my status was not as high as their and I was not rich. But it's not like I was poor and starving. Mrs. Odin paid me well. Some of the people were nice enough to be my friends but I could see that they behaved friendly with me because they pitied me. And I didn't want their sympathy, I wanted real friends. I wasn't good at reading people so I couldn't