Love Is For The Weak Novels & Stories

“What a mess Tokodi. You are such a brute. I would not come back if I was her. Try someone else.” “Mum, you are not making things any better.” “I’m just being honest. You were just using her to satisfy your needs and I’m sure she has realised that now,” she said. “I wasn’t using her,” he said. “I love her.” “Yet you kicked her out because you told her not to acknowledge you publicly and she obeyed you! If that is love then I’m better off single,” she said and stood up. She took her tea cup to the kitchen and unpacked all the pastries she had brought over and then packed her carry bags. She picked up her handbag and walked to the door. Tokodi followed her.

“You leaving me did not make me stronger. What made me stronger was when I decided I wasn't going to be able to depend on anyone. You continue to come into my business, continue to show up when I do not need you. What made you think that? You're unable to reach that category of being my lover, it would end and crush everything. I wouldn't have run out of the temple if I felt like I needed you in the first place. “I was kidnapped and a moment I was kidnapped and I let myself out along with Victoria.” I knew I could do it by myself without cheating. I unmarked myself from the mark that you gave me. What gave you the decency in this world to think so highly? Look at yourself, right now! I think

“Don’t twist my love into weakness. Don’t ever insult me that way again!” But Fang didn’t back down. His voice rose, deep and harsh, like thunder before the storm. “Love is weakness when it blinds you! You used to be feared, respected, untouchable. But now? Look at you—you bow your head for her smile, you spare your enemies because of her words. That isn’t strength. That’s surrender!”

She was 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.

He chortled, as if roistering in the chaos he had caused. “Life is about survival. The weak children are crushed, and the strong wields victory. Elah you should be thanking me for giving you the opportunity to stand in front of me to say rubbish to my face.” Mr. Joe pulled me back and said to Ethan, “I pray you don't regret this because you'll definitely do.” “Let's go Elah.” I left the court with a bitter taste in my mouth. Ethan was unashamed, a villain in a story where betrayal had replaced love and effort.

She was 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 places you can find yourself in. Love was a thing for dreamers, a thing that is chased by people with their head in the clouds and not their feet on the ground.

And the artifact was amplifying it all, taking our combined love and transforming it into something the Broker couldn’t touch. “You underestimated us,” I said, my voice steady now. “Thought we’d be easier to break separately. But together…” “Together you’re nothing but sentiment!” The Broker attacked again, throwing more power against our shield. The wasteland shook. Reality itself seemed to strain. “Love is weakness! It makes you vulnerable! It gives me leverage!” “You’re wrong.” Magnus’s voice joined ours. He wasn’t part of the shield, but he stood with us anyway. “Love is the opposite of weakness. It’s the only thing that ever really mattered. The only force that lasts when everything els

I winked at her "You bloody bitch!" She growled out as I smiled at her, I love it when I make her mad "Oh Tara, I don’t just seem to understand you, you are one of a kind. Leftovers or not, Just remember one thing your boyfriend left you for me. He played you like a bitch" She smiled Her words hit my heart deeply, not gonna lie but it’s true, this is the second time my boyfriend has left me for her. I tried to stop myself from breaking down, I will never let her win.

“Love? Is that what you call this pathetic bond between you two? Love is a weak emotion. It will be your downfall. It is no match for the power I wield!” I had felt that way one time. That love was a weak emotion. How wrong I had been. Evelina’s love made me stronger, better, resilient. And I was about to prove this prince of hell wrong and end him.

"You showed me that love doesn't make you smaller, it makes you bigger. That love doesn't try to change you, it celebrates you exactly as you are. That love doesn't make you feel weak, it makes you feel powerful." Authors note: This is for everyone who has had to walk out from a toxic relationship. Who feels love isn't for them. Love is for you.