Inferiority Complex Opposite Novels & Stories

She was greeted with enthusiastic fanfare, as employees flocked toward her to get a picture with her and greet her. “What’s with the commotion? Celebrities are just people. Is this even necessary? I soooo don’t get it,” Jade murmured in an undertone. Javier flashed her a smile. “It’s all because of an inferiority complex. When they see someone who is miles better than them, people don’t harbor jealousy. Instead, they become subservient and they’re ready to ingratiate themselves. It’s a slavish mindset, you know what I mean? And then when it’s over, they release all that jealousy they actually felt in their social circle and make others feel jealous of them so that they can feel pleased with

His desperate protest prickles my ears and I huff haughtily. “Like hell, anyone in Ewon knows you, that’s why it has to be you. Try running away and I’m gonna cut off your dick and shove it down your throat, seal you up in a barrel and sink you” The rigid tone I employ, gives him no room to refute nor say anything at all as I feel his cowering retreat, resigning to his impending fate. I know he’s concerned about his inferiority complex and that’s always been an obstinate hindrance to his ability to perform at anything. It’s a vexing suit he keeps hiding beneath and his greatest weakness.

"P-Please don't do this to me, Tristan. I'm willing to change my way and make it right…" She was tearing up by the time she finished speaking. "I'm so sorry, Tristan. I never intended to hurt you. It's just my inferiority complex acting up. You're the sole heir who's had everything since the day you were born, while I'm merely a self-made CEO from a humble, working-class background. "I'm well aware that I don't measure up to you. I know how many people ridiculed me behind my back, mocked me, and cursed me for trying to reach this far, Tristan.

"You're like rats, scavenging for scraps and stealing from those who are better than you. You're pathetic, weak, and utterly despicable. You don't deserve to breathe the same air as me, let alone share the same space." Cara saw Omegas as weaker vessels, fragile and inferior beings. To her, Omegas were beneath contempt, a mere nuisance to be crushed beneath her heel, too weak to fight back, too feeble to defend themselves against her onslaught of hate. "You're a pair of parasitic people, feeding off the success of others because you're too incompetent to achieve anything on your own , because you are omegas.

I correct him. “No.” He counters sternly. “Patronizing implies superiority. I don’t think I’m better than you Ella.” “Of course you do!” I burst out. “You’re supernatural – the bias is in the name! I’m just a human and next to shifters we’re primitive, tiny, weak and slow. And on top of all that you’re the wealthiest, most powerful man in the pack. How could you not feel superior?”

His voice grew louder with each question. Hadn't he already made his choice? She was a stand-in for the woman he truly loved. Why should he care if she sought out another man? This must be the inferiority complex of wealthy men like him. Even if they didn't like someone, they wouldn't allow anyone else to touch what they considered theirs. "Can't I have a male friend? At least Harlan and I have clean consciences—unlike you and Sophie, sneaking around!" Calla retorted.

To me, the naysayers are inferior, inadequate, incompetent, and lazy. "They can only feel superior by insulting or degrading hardworking people. But we shouldn't pay them any mind, for they will only appear before us once in their lifetime. "Why? Because they can never match our heights."

Devyn screamed out. Anderson casually checked his nails, not having a care in the world. “That’s right. You’ve never done anything. You’ve never tried anything at all. You were just born with a gold spoon in your mouth, and you were given everything straight from birth! I sacrificed everything to gain the strength that I have today, but Arlo just had to be born stronger than anyone else! No matter how hard I tried, I’ll never be as strong as you!” “And how’s that my problem?” I asked, raising one of my eyebrows. “You did all of this just because you have an inferiority complex? I once thought that you were such a strong person, but now I know that you’re nothing but a fuckling weakling.”

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.