She Of Life And Death Weakness Novels & Stories

Because weakness is what enemy's always use to beat someone like her, so as much as possible she does not give a hole to stab her with her weakness. “I f-eel like I’m s-tuck h-ere to d-eath" Ara started to cry hysterically, she could no longer control herself. She was drenched in pain... and it was very difficult for her to escape the bait. "I thought I was numb, but only for a moment" Ara uttered, every minute she was crushed with guilt. It was too much pain for her to lose someone important to her again, and worse he died at her hands. She felt it was worse and more painful to live than to die. She feels like she lives in the hell they call.

“I was thinking about that. I am just not sure if she is willing to confide in her. I think she is ashamed of admitting her weakness. The whole time she was talking about it, she couldn’t look at us. She didn’t want us to pity her” “Weakness? She is anything but weak. If anything she is the strongest person I know. No one can suffer through ten months of abuse and survive, but she did. Someone else in her place would have probably killed herself. She tried to escape the pack and would have succeeded if I wasn’t there, she tried to kill me, she suffered through her punishment without a sound even over open cuts, she fought for her life severely judging by her multiple injuries, she fought a f

The words struck a raw, agonizing nerve deep in my chest. Weakness. The phantom sensation of Selene’s silver blade twisting between my ribs flared up, cold and suffocating. In my first life, I had been weak. I had been a naive, trusting puppet who let a man manipulate her into an early grave. I would rather choke on my own blood than let this world perceive me as vulnerable ever again. “They won't see me as weak,” I whispered fiercely, my knuckles turning white as I clenched my fists. “I’ll tear the throat out of anyone who tries.”

she laughed, and I tried to call someone for help, but my body went rigid like a statue, and I fell on the ground face first. “Don’t you even know that a soft heart and sympathy are the most dangerous weaknesses in these kinds of survival games, but don’t worry, I will bury you in a luxurious coffin, okay?” She said, wiping away her tears as if they were nothing, and I cursed myself for having such a kind heart. I tried to call Xela, but she didn’t respond at all. * * *

I couldn't get closer to her without being pushed away. I realized that she didn't have any weaknesses. She was a student of Suzana, and it was probably impossible to beat her. Then a memory flashed into my head. When we were seated at the "House of Delusions," I noticed that she wasn't as bright as when she had first come. She was aging and needed to recharge again soon. That was her weakness! She was supposed to be getting less stronger. "I got it," I said. Everybody turned to me, eager to listen to what I had to say.

She was then rewarded with a title in the underworld as the most powerful woman. However, when she saw Keisley in that state, she felt hopeless; she felt like she was too weak. That time, she realized the reason she couldn't feel anything before when she was either torturing or killing someone, both direct and indirect, was because she didn't have anyone she would like to protect. Now that she had her family and George by her side, she felt that she finally had something that made her even more powerful. That's right, even though she had the title of the strongest woman in the underworld, she's still weak because she has no one to protect her.

he said, his voice heavy, as he filled in his mom and his oldest son. "She created a whole new persona, Whitney, to cope, I guess. Whitney's nothing like Emma. She doesn't have any love for me, and she's not fond of any of the Harrises. "It seems like Emma knew Whitney had it out for us, so she kept her at bay, never letting her take the reins." James paused, a hard lump forming in his throat, before he could go on. "Her condition got worse—heart racing, sleepless nights, shaking… It all came to a head when she almost let Calvin catch her trying to end it all. That scared her.

She shakes her head, as if she is not interested to fill us on all the details. “I promise you, I can make the consultation that you want, and you will know if that person is hexed or not. But I won't help you if you don't give me your word that you will help me too.” My hands slip into my pocket. “So, why don't you just kill yourself?” “Because I am weak.” She laughs painfully. “I have tried to summon enough courage to end my life, but I'm too scared to do it. Do it for me, my own blood will be on my hands.”

Leon suddenly snapped, “Is there ANYTHING? Anything at all? Just tell us! Tell us something!” “There is nothing,” the physician whispered. “No one can heal her. And even if anyone tried… the curse could infect them. It would be suicide.” My chest tightened. I stepped closer to the bed. “She’s still alive,” I said. “She’s breathing. She’s right here.” “For now,” the physician replied quietly. “But her body is failing her. Her blood is too weak. Soon she won’t be able to breathe at all.” My jaw locked. “Stop. Don’t tell me that. Just keep her alive. I will find a way.”

"This woman died a terrible death. I've never seen a corpse this mutilated before." His assistant, Steven Brown, carefully piecing my abdomen together, sighed. "She was pregnant. The baby was already formed. Two lives lost… What a tragedy." I hovered in the air and silently watched Gavin's back. He didn't recognize me. Seven years of love, countless nights spent in each other's arms, yet he couldn't even recognize my body. I wondered what expression he would make when he finally found my head and realized who I was. Gavin turned over what was left of my back, stitching up the deep, crisscrossing wounds. A sharp pain twisted through me.