Never Mistake My Kindness For Weakness Novels & Stories

"For today." "You shouldn't have needed saving." "But I did." Julian released a breath, his shoulders relaxing. "Men like him—people like him—they think kindness is weakness." "It's not," she said quietly. "It's the strongest thing we have." Julian’s mouth twitched, not quite a smile. “You always speak like you’re quoting something.” “Maybe I’m writing my own story.” He studied her for a beat longer, something unreadable in his expression. Then, slowly, he reached toward her face.

Lydia looked up at Vivian, who looked at her with a professional and friendly look. Lydia hesitated and told Vivian, "A woman who has been spreading rumors about me has invited me to her party tonight, and I guess she must have gotten a group of friends to humiliate me. I used to hold back and not want to get into a conflict with her, but now I don't want to be the dumb sheep." Vivian said, "Kindness is a valuable quality, but kindness is only meaningful if you meet kindness. If you are too kind to the bad guys, the bad guys will think you are weak and take advantage of it. I'm with you, Lydia."

‎If my men sense even the slightest crack… the slightest uncertainty… ‎They’ll see it as weakness. ‎And weakness… ‎Is something I can never afford.

“She’s a baby.” I shrug. “It’s as good a place to start as any, when you don’t know what you’re doing.” He straightens. “I need to know how to do everything. How to treat people in every capacity. Even, I suppose, in kindness, as weak as it is.” “Kindness isn’t weakness.” He faces me now. “You said it yourself. It’s giving without expecting anything in return. What would be the benefit? The gain? To give and not receive, leaves you with less.”

“Thanks.” “I meant—you’re not like the others,” he said. “You talk back. You fight. You don’t fake things.” “Neither do you.” He nodded. “That’s why this is so confusing.” Kate watched him carefully. “You don’t have to pretend, William. If you want to be kind, just be kind.” He didn’t answer right away. Then he said, “Kindness is weakness in my world.” “Then your world is broken.” His eyes flicked to hers. “Maybe.”

Each word was a carefully aimed dart, designed to undermine her confidence, to make her question her own worth. “He....he preys on my kindness,” she whispered, looking down. “I know it’s a weakness.” “Kindness, in my world, IS a weakness Angel. A vulnerability to be exploited.” I reached out, my fingers brushing her cheek, enjoying the way she shivered at my touch, even now. “And you, my little butterfly, are so very vulnerable.” The endearment, once a soft murmur, now sounded like a threat. Her eyes welled with fresh tears.

But I also don't know where I can get strength in the middle of wilderness. I can't help but ponder about some things. Too much trust and kindness were my father's weakness. He trusted Benedict and the people surrounding him too much that he was blinded by their lies and deceptions. Back then, seeing how kind my father was, I was always proud of him. I looked up to his pure heart and I once dreamt of leading the pack with the same kindness he showed our people. But when I saw how those he trusted took advantage of his good heart, I wished he wasn't good at all. If one is too kind, it is easier for the wicked to take everything from you. What's the use of being good when you will receive no g

One smile can start a friendship. One word can end a fight. One look can save a relationship. One individual can change your life. For good or bad of course! I wished I knew this sooner. Maybe I could have restrained myself, put my pride aside, and it would have done us good. On the contrary, I was not weak. Otherwise my name meaning 'the strong one' would have had no meaning. I had the right to do whatever I pleased. Everyone always does, didn't they?

​"If you're reading this, then it means I could no longer stay beside you." Tears blurred her vision, and Vivian quietly walked toward the window to give her privacy. Dizer continued reading. ​"Never measure your worth by the love people refuse to give you. The world will try to convince you that being kind is the same as being weak. Don't believe it. One day, you'll meet people who see your heart before your name. When that day comes, don't let bitterness steal your happiness." A tear landed on the paper. Dizer covered her mouth to stop herself from sobbing, but her grandmother's final sentence broke the last wall around her heart:

” “Nikki, I keep making a habit of underestimating you and I’m sorry. I fell in love with you for the very qualities that drive me insane with the need to protect you. You’re smart and strong and a natural born leader and every time something happens, I blame myself for not protecting you better.” “Frankie, I am not made of glass, I am not going to break. I may stumble along the way, but I am a survivor and I will always get back up.” “I know you will, but it doesn’t mean I have to like it.” “See and that’s why I fell in love will you.” “I thought you wanted me for my body.” I laughed at his statement and rolled my eyes. “Yes that too, but it was your kindness. Not to say you haven’t had a f