Inferiority Complex Books Novels & Stories

“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

My chest tightens painfully as her words settle in, like ice spreading through my veins. She wipes at her cheeks, but the tears keep coming. “I know men like him. Everything he did—it was out of envy. Envy toward his own son. The prodigy who had everything he wished for. Who was everything he wished he could be. Even now—” her breath hitches “—all I see is a man so severely driven by his inferiority complex that he let it turn him into this bitter, pathetic excuse of a person.” A choked sob leaves her lips, and I can’t—I can’t watch this.

The night my girlfriend, Lesley Cohen—whom I've financially supported for years—officially announces her relationship with Archie Gould, the System determines that I have failed my mission and strips me of my "saint's heart". From that moment on, I stop caring about her future and focus entirely on my career, eventually landing a spot among the Fortune 500. However, once I withdraw all financial support, Lesley confronts me with tearful eyes. "You always said that loving someone means giving them everything they want or need without asking for anything in return!" I'm baffled. She is the one who finds my money filthy, so why is she suddenly being so calculating about it now?

“I doubt you or her doesn’t have mine somewhere in your stuff. And besides, this was a file from months ago—I only pulled it out to get some papers. You should worry more about your inferiority complex to your sister instead of picking fights over nothing.” Her breath caught in her throat. A second passed. Then another. Her ears rang as the words settled into her head. Inferiority complex. To her sister? Her face went blank before her lips parted. “Inferiority complex?” She blinked, staring at him like she was seeing him for the first time. “Inferiority complex… to my sister?” “Yes, be-because If you weren’t so obsessed with comparing yourself to her, you wouldn’t be acting like this. But he

She flinched at my words, her lips trembling “You know what, I think I just realized just how self-centered you are. You only think about yourself and see nobody else but you! That’s why that brain of yours is unable to process that someone could actually be more important and valuable than you. That’s most likely rooted in inferiority complex, Charlotte. Get yourself checked!” I spat angrily and left her drowning in disbelief at the words that left my lips.

😭😭😭 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

His envy had roots. Some might call him handsome, if pale skin, light blond hair, a slightly too-small nose, and striking silver eyes were your thing. He had always been popular with women, using that bleach-toothed grin to slide into their pants. But beneath all that was an inferiority complex he never admitted to. And now, decades later, we were still competing. Both in the race for the most elite businessman in New York, and again, I was ahead of him by just a few marks.