Inferiority Complex Novels & Stories

In fact there are still many men out there who are not interested in me, including Junhyu. “It's okay, you have the right to decide what you like and what you don't. I just wanted to know how you felt so far. So I'm not the only one suffering here?” I asked, trying to mask the bitterness in my voice. For a woman who has a very high level of self-confidence, I now admit that my self-confidence has gone, replaced by an inferiority complex that is so intense because of all the problems that have been wrapping up in my heart recently.

He rises his brows, suspiciously, and I fiercely glare at him as his tiny accusation filters through and offends me on a serious level. “I’m no spy, and I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’m white, because much like my mother, I lack a pigment… it’s not rare because it’s special, it’s a flaw! Diluted bloodline, or some nonsense, and not actually desirable at all. In my world, I’m an outcast because I’m inferior, so screw your theory. No one cares about that kind of intel, least of all me.” It’s an angry outburst with a basis in old wounds and heartache and I croak with a raw harsh tone in my voice, biting back a surprising tear as it comes out. My own inferiority issues peeking and t

He poked me on the head fiercely, I was on the verge of bursting into tears. "I didn't scoff at you" I managed to say. "Are you trying to say that I am a liar?" "N-No" I stuttered, shaking my head vehemently. Elle growled inside of me, wishing she could come to my rescue but what could two weaklings do, than to accept their fate. I hated both Conan and Claire but I loathed myself even more. All my life, I have lived with a sense of inferiority, wondering why I couldn't have a perfect life like others. Most of the females that I know looked like porcelain dolls, while I was nothing to write home about.

"Is this it? Is this everything you learned in a week? Is this the best you can do?" He stood up, approached me and trapped me between the sink. "You know, when you rejected me, I thought you were all that. I thought you were so perfect, but now I know you aren't even all that. You can't do anything and you have a superiority complex. You are nothing but a pretty face." I breathed heavily, a lump forming in my throat and tears instantly filled my eyes. My hand flew before I could stop myself and it landed on his face although it barely moved.

Zoe started babbling. "Do you think I'm a three-year-old?" "No, but that's the truth." "Zoe York, you've never been someone with an inferiority complex." "That's all in the past. The moment I left the Levine family, I felt more and more inferior about myself. Each time I was with you, I felt so much pressure. I thought it was better to cut short the pain instead of prolonging the agony, so I asked Jay for help." "Just because of some so-called pressure?"

“I’ve learned that you’ve got a tiny dick.” He goes to cut me off but I continue too fast for his miniscule brain to follow. “You wanna know how I know that? Because you feel the need to prove yourself to everyone else by being the biggest asshole around. It’s called overcompensation. You should look it up some time.”

After all, that was the strongest presence he felt ever since arriving at Shagan, and he really wanted to test himself against it. "Well, go on!" The black-haired geezer gloated gleefully. "Perhaps you're now realizing your insignificance, that you wouldn't measure up to us?" "I won't lie—I've met plenty of ignorant younglings like you joining some measly outfit and suddenly feeling invincible just because you're in the company of the strong. Have you ever considered that even if you're special, there's hundreds and thousands of others like you? What gives you the right to even think that you're peerless?"

"Over the years, new experiences come and with them comes improvement." "I don't think you're better, you're weak!" "No, Margaret. Now I see things as they really are." "And what does it look like? I don't understand it." "I've suffered a lot in the past, I've suffered things I've never told anyone. Hatred blinded me and made my name feared. The races hate each other. What brought this on? As much as humanity is the weakest race, it is also the most petty. Today I see, the human race does not fight for freedom. They fight for superiority. They want to have control over everyone else.

The distance that had formed during his absence left him feeling even more like he was on his own. Max was acutely aware of the significant rank advancements his friends had achieved in his absence. He couldn't help but compare himself to them, fueling his self-doubt and intensifying the belief that he was far behind, both professionally and emotionally. Max struggled with feelings of inadequacy, fearing that his inability to save Jimmy had forever hindered his own potential for success.

Her eyes remain wide and filled with shock that cripples her momentarily. "All the more reason why someone as psychotic as you has no business ruling anyone. You think being small is a weakness when the real weakness here is that inferiority complex of yours that pushes you to hurt people because you were hurt as well." I say coldly, finally understating what kind of person she is. The kind that soaks up pain and suffering like a sponge while growing, using it as a weapon to keep everyone in check and beneath them because it’s all they know. "You fucking bitch!" The slap finally registers in her mind now after seconds of reliving the shocking moment.