Love Is For The Weak Novels & Stories

I raised my eyebrows at him, stopping outside my door, then he threw me a question that made me shocked. “Do you love her?” “Love?” I asked, tasting the word in my mouth. I hated the word love and I still do. What does love have to do with her? “She is special to me,” I answered him. “I know she is and everyone knows how special she is to you. But are you in love with her?” He asked again and I found myself hesitating to give him a reply. Do I love her? Do I not love her? I don't love her. Love is a strong word. Love is a weakness and I can't afford to be weak. My men already think I am, I can't make their observation true.

"Well, you see, that's the problem. I'm not in love with anyone. I don't love." I paused to look at his reflection in the mirror which was also staring back at me. "You don't?" "Nope." "Why?" "I've been hurt too many times. And besides, where I'm from, we don't really do the love shit probably because we consider it a weakness. The greatest weakness of man that has ever existed." "That's not true. Love is a beautiful thing. I mean... that's what I heard." "That's what you heard? Well, what about you? Are you in love with anyone?"

He laughed humorlessly as I hear him walking towards me, he pulled me roughly to look at him, "Do you think you have choices to make? Love, No. Right? Wait, I will give you two option," He began, rubbing his hands together, " First, Get ready, Smile, marry me and be happy, or second, don't get ready, don't smile, don't marry me and stay unhappy when people around here will call you my whore, even tho if I don't touch you, then don't blame me. " "I don't care!" "Really? let's see then the right choice is yours make. " He utters softly, moving back as he called some maids, "Ladies, please, help her to get ready on time. "

She is the half that made me whole. I never set out to fall in love; to me, love was a small fickle thing. Love made a man weak, and in my line of business, weak is the worst kind of place you can find yourself in. Love was a thing for dreamers, a thing that is chased by people with their heads in the clouds and not their feet on the ground.

Loss, failure, despair, anxiety and grief all have different amounts of pain to tell. Some say it out loud while others writhe silently in pain. There's only one reason behind this, the most talked about affection in town LOVE. Disgusting right? How many times has it brought chaos to the world? The sole reason for war, treachery and vengeance. Well it does have its good points, like you could loathe the person you never thought you could hate in your life. Stand against your weakness and succeed. Feel nothing but motivation towards a clear goal. Perhaps wondering why I spoke of these? They are the very reason why the weak resort to nothing but to become stronger and avenge themselves, becaus

Years of Cross conditioning practically guaranteed it. Sacrifice. Efficiency. Expendability. The same philosophy again. Elias stared at her for several seconds. Then quietly— "No." Seraphine blinked slightly. Like the answer genuinely surprised her. "You don't understand." "I do." Another pause. "You taught me that people become stronger when they stop depending on others." Silence. Then softer— "You were wrong." The words hit harder than anyone expected. Because Elias wasn't angry. He wasn't accusing her. He was simply telling the truth.

She is the half that made me whole. I never set out to fall in love; to me, love was a small fickle thing. Love made a man weak, and in my line of business, weak is the worst kind of place you can find yourself in. Love was a thing for dreamers, a thing that is chased by people with their heads in the clouds and not their feet on the ground.

she pleaded My face hardened " I don't care about love anymore. People take your love for them for granted at every opportunity they get. I can't stand being ruled over by a lady" She placed her hand on my shoulder giving it a small squeeze " That doesn't make you a weakling. Loving someone doesn't make you a weakling at all. It makes you sane. Love makes you feel some type of way you have never felt before. It only builds you to be a better man and whatever might happen along the way, is just another test of life. Please give yourself the chance to love " " open your heart and feel what it feels like to be loved by someone you care so much for "

she whispers, "that's all I did, I fell in love with someone kind, someone who treated me like I mattered, and the world decided that was a crime worth dying for." "Love isn't a crime," I say, "the real crime is how we responded to it." She's quiet for a moment, then asks, "do you really believe that? Or are you just saying it because I'm supposedly your mate?" "I really believe it," I say, "I've always believed it, my mother taught me that before she died, she said love is the most powerful force in the world, that it can heal anything, save anyone, if we let it."

I chuckled when he shot me a glare. “It’s still her,” he mumbled, sadness crept into his face. I remained silent. My cousin truly loves her, he never stops loving her since day one. “Why do love make us weak, Mave?” “It’s not that,” he looked into my eyes. “Love can also make you strong. It’s like our own personal fuel to all the hard times that were going through and to the rough experiences of our life. But to some parts, it doesn’t. Do love make us stronger? No, life does. “