Low Self-esteem Characters Novels & Stories

I looked over at Aiden who was squatting so he was eye level to me. "But I'm damaged. I have crap self esteem, depression, anxiety, im an introvert..." "That doesn't matter to me. You're smart, funny, beautiful, kind hearted, genuine, creative and so many other wonderful things that I'm drawn to you like a magnet. That hurt part of you is only a fraction of who you are Letty. Seeing you like this makes me hurt because I just wish I could take all the pain away from you but I know I can't." He looked like he was going to cry. Great why did I always fuck stuff up? He shook his head. "You haven't fucked anything up. Stop beating yourself up." I shrugged.

“ You think I don't know if your desperation and cravings for Drake? You think I don't know if how much you wish you are me and I am you? I know that Drake didn't initiate this kiss himself. I know you forced it on him and now you think you are smart? What makes you think Drake would even want you? You aren't as pretty as I am, you lack demure and standards, you are a nobody and I am someone. Drake would never choose you over me. Never. I know he would never do such. He would never pick you,a lowlife with no strong or affluent family background. What do you have to offer Drake? What can you possibly offer him in this miserable lifetime of yours?.” Charlotte's words stabbed through Mr like a

I’ll do whatever he wants me to do, just… just as long as he’ll take me back. I can’t change the fact that I’m an Omega but I’ll do anything else. If… if he’s really angry, then I’ll… I’ll… Anyway, we’ll work through it. A whimper escapes me as another tremor of pain wracks through my body. But I stubbornly keep my eyes trained on that door. I know I’m being pathetic. I know… but what else can I do? Pride? Self-esteem? I’ve never had any of those. What does a lowly Omega such as myself have to be proud of? I have never had anything to my name. Just him. Just the thought of meeting him has kept me going.

I swallowed hard. “I’ll tell them,” I said, “that I was a low‑status human who believed every bad thing anyone ever said about me. Until a pack of idiots and a bored goddess forced me to look at myself and realize I was… more. That I could be the main character, not the sacrificial side note.” “They’re going to roll their eyes at our speeches,” he said. “Good,” I said. “Healthy children roll their eyes at their parents.” As if in agreement, the pup drove a tiny heel—or elbow—directly under my ribs.

" Until the ugly duckling grew beautifully, no one ever approached her." "Everybody knew she was beautiful. It was only she that didn't realize it." He played along. "Why didn't she have friends before if she was pretty?" "Don't get me wrong but people don't like to be with people whose self-esteem is low." "The little duckling felt unloved and unwanted by her siblings so she had to leave home. " She retorted. "She had low self-esteem. She thought everybody thought the same way as her family. " "You see. Her family didn't actually love her. They hated her."

I used to be the cockiest rich kid in high society, but somehow I became the biggest simp in the whole circle. It was all because I was bound to a heroine conquest system. If I failed, I would be finished. To stay alive, I had no choice but to do everything Samantha said and constantly try to please her. Knowing I could give her anything she wanted, she took the sports car I gave her and went for a drive with her childhood friend, Charles Lindsey. Then she left me alone on the highway in the middle of a violent storm. "Samantha, my asthma is acting up. My medicine is in the car. Can you come back and get me?" She gave a cold, mocking laugh. I could also hear Charles laughing on the phone. "W

I ask, and she shakes her head. "He second guesses himself all the time. He has low self-esteem stemming from all the abuse he suffered. So convincing him that his plan might be flawed will be easy, not hard. Getting him close to Karina will be the tough part... Plus, there is the matter of his sister. I have no idea what he plans to do with her, but we could use that to our benefit too. Honestly, they all need help," Chloe says as we make it to the front of the packhouse.

I lowered my gaze, at that moment I felt low in self”esteem. “None of that”he took my chin again, directing it to his face, once again those eyes ate me alive, I bit my lower lip, but I couldn't have it in front of me for a moment because things immediately arose in me”you are Linda, you don't need to compare yourself to those stupid ones either, I bet you that most of them are whores, I'm telling you because I know what that world is like, it's just to imagine that they occupy it, so please remove that face. Now yes , show me that strong character that you showed me a moment ago”he winked his eye giving me security. "Silly," I smiled, but I accept that his words calmed me down a bit. Come o

I said elevating my butt from the sofa. "O-oh, alright then, I'll see you guys around right?" Sandra asked in uncertainty. I smiled and hugged Sandra "sure, anytime" I whispered in her ear. On our way out, as we walked through the narrow street to the main road, I had a conversation with Precious. "You know why people intimidate you? Because you have a low self esteem. Look at Sandra, she's not as tall as you are, I'm not even as tall as you are but Sandra in particular never questioned The Almighty about her height. She walks confidently in that short fine legs".

“I talked with someone… and they made me realize a few things.” My heart was racing. “What… what things? That I’m too ugly for you?” He exhaled sharply. “You see what I’m talking about? You’re too much of a load for me, Charlotte.” A sharp pain shot through my chest. “A load?” “I don’t want to be with someone who treats herself with so little kindness. You’re ashamed of your appearance, and it’s not my role to make you feel secure. I can only say and do so much, and frankly, it’s exhausting. I don’t care what experience you’ve had — you’re not the only one with a sad upbringing. You hate and abuse yourself more than any of the people you claim abused you.”