Novel & Cerita Love Is For The Weak

I said defensively. I wasn't in love. Strong affection, yes. But love, I didn't know about that and Enzo was wrong. Love makes you weak, it made mother weak, pathetic and without a fucking back bone. “I know what you're thinking,” He chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair. “You think I'm wrong and love does make one weak—” “I don't love her,” I cut in sharply. “I feel strongly for her, like an affection.”

“ But - ” I refused to let her speak. “ Your feeling of not enough doesn't change my love for you. I love you and that's final! As human beings we all have weakness and strength and so we also shouldn't be judged by our weaknesses! We just shouldn't! We are more than our weaknesses, and we also shouldn't despise them. But rather, we should embrace them and be grateful for them as that's what makes us humans. ” “ Are you saying this only to make me feel better?

"Is this what love has done to you? Turned you into... this?" His expression didn’t change, and his voice remained low. "Boss, what I’m about to say—I want you to hear it as advice from a friend, not from your assistant. Love is not a weakness, no matter how much you’ve tried to convince yourself it is. It is not something to fear or hate. It is a necessity, like food or shelter. Sure, not everyone gets to experience true love, but when you do... even if it is just for a fleeting moment, it changes everything. It gives life meaning. Peace. Fulfillment.

I crawled back. But it was futile, he grabbed me by the ankle and dragged me. His hands moved to my waist caging me. His chest pressed against my back as I shut my eyes. "I've become what I needed to survive in this world. Love won't save you, Sadie. It's for the weak." He whispered in my ear. "No," I murmured shaking my head. "Love is not weakness. It's what makes us human. You've lost sight of that."

Xavier clenches his fists, his eyes reflecting a mix of determination and inner turmoil. In a fractured whisper, Ava questioned the essence of love, her words tinged with the shards of a wounded heart, "Xavier, is love a weakness or a strength?" Each stroke of the brush on the blank canvas mirrored the fractured landscape of her emotions, an artistry of pain and longing. In that poignant act of creation, she painted not only the one responsible for her heartache but also the solitary remedy to this affliction—the paradox of love that simultaneously wounds and heals, a heart-touching testament to the intricate dance between vulnerability and salvation.

“Love? Do you know what that word even means? There's nothing like love in this world, Alexander. It's an old used by the weak, and I know you are not fucking weak!” “What if I am?”

I smiled faintly, “have you ever been in love Marcus?” He laughed in a mocking tone—hard and deep, “love? No, never, It’s a trick—a chain, one minute you think it’s all you ever wanted, the next minute you realize that it's all your enemy ever wanted—your weakness.” His words hurt more than they should have, probably because I am a believer. “That’s not true,” I said, softer now, “love doesn’t make you weak, it makes you fight harder, it gives you that extra push, that zeal that is required to break forth.”

The lich turned around and floated towards his cold throne as the girl kept staring at me from the veil of her hair that made it hard for me to see her face. “A weakness the Gods and Goddesses can’t quite get enough of. They just don’t understand that love is a weakness, it makes you take all the wrong decisions and makes you nothing more than a piece of meat with just an iota of intelligence that does stupid things in the name of ‘love.’ It is pathetically disgusting” The lich spat and I could feel the scorn in his voice. He thought love was a weakness and that it made us weak. Then, I was sure he knew nothing about the power of love or maybe he had never been loved by anyone.

"A weakling? How can a weakling bear so much love? she loves me so much she knows how dark you are and protect me, even if it cost her her life. Love is the most powerful possession you can't ever possess, Markus. You are the weakling!" I winced as I hit the ground, feeling the weight of his power pressing down on me. He had only used his hand, and I felt the pressure. Pain seared through my body, but I refused to let it break my spirit. I struggled to push myself up. "You underestimate the strength that love can bring," I gasped, my words filled with defiance. "You may have power, but you lack the one thing that truly matters. And now, I realized how much you hated her because she couldn't

I can barely contain the emotional sorrow building within me, causing my throat to close up. “I want you, I have wanted you since the day I laid eyes on you. Love is for the weak.” He says, shaking his head with disappointment. “Love is not a weakness. It possesses a remarkable ability to mend the shattered and instill happiness through the act of creation.” I stand there, listing them off with my fingers. “And yes, it has the power to break people and cause more harm than good. I know that. I have lived through the power of love at its worst. But I still stand here today wanting to feel the power of real… love. I’m tired of being alone, trying to cope alone.