روايات وقصص ضمن She Of Life And Death Weakness

She strutted towards him and bent until her lips were close to his ears and whispered, “Didn’t they say if I reject you, you would die of pain instantly? Well, I wonder what would happen to the reason you held onto life so much when you die.” Her words made Justin clench his fist, he felt both angry and bitter. Was this woman claiming that his life was in her hands? Was she saying she had authority over his life and death? He had never felt more humiliated in his life. “What do you want?” He asked with gritted teeth. “Simple, just obey what I say and be a good mate.” Tania's eyes fell on his lips as she spoke. As much as she didn’t like the idea of being mated to a weak man, she kind of enjo

They are always breaking, always falling apart. His Mate though, was something special, something too special. Spoken in hushed whispers outside of her door, the healer expressed her age-old worries of the girl who came back to life. She was dead, the healer explained, dead for more than five minutes. Brain activity should’ve been minimal if alive at all. He didn’t want to hear it. He didn’t want to acknowledge that she had almost left him after he had just found her, but it was a strange phenomenon, one that made her interesting and to top it all up she's strong, broken but stronger than any female human he had ever come across. She's bold, beautiful, good at fighting with her hands and mou

If not, it would make her weaker, like the dream of the red chamber Sister Lhea. Sister Lhea had no serious disease, but she was weak, and she died early in the years of medication, which was because of her weakness. Some people were the same. It seemed that there was no big obstacle on the surface, but the life span was much shorter than others, all due to the weakness of the body and the deficiency of innate vital force. But the beauty with the mask was not only weak, but also had abdominal pain from time to time, which is worse than Sister Lhea.

She’s no more than fifty years old, but her features were so much younger than her age required. Zephaniah merely closed her puffy eyes. She’s badly hurt that her body numbed itself, just so she could calm down a bit. It’s been three days, and it’s a miracle she’s still alive. She’d been deprived of water, food, and even medical assistant, so ever since, she’d been bleeding like hell. A normal person would’ve died a long time ago, but a Wielder was and had always been different. It’s a stupid joke for some to say that a Wielder has two lives. One was their own, and the other, from their shadow. Right now, her shadow's taking everything, which was why she could still sit despite having so man

“He came here to kill me, didn’t he? Just like Arabella.” “He won’t touch you,” I vow to her, but bitter laughter erupts from her as she covers her face with her hands, her shoulders shaking. “You can’t stop him. You can’t watch over me all the time, and I’m fucking useless!” Her eyes are flashing with helpless rage as she lowers her hands and looks at me. “I can’t fight for my own life. I don’t have that kind of strength. And human weapons don’t work on them. I’m a sitting duck, just waiting to be slaughtered whenever my family feels like it! All because I’m weak? Because I don’t meet their standards?”

She said sternly and I groaned in displeasure. "Please don't do this Beatrice, I can't let her leave an inch from that place. Don't do this, you can stay if you want to but she's not leaving!" "It's okay." She smirked mischievously. "She's going to die anyway." "What do you mean?" I gasped at her words and she smiled. "She's getting weaker Aiden, this time around she's not fighting with just creatures. She's fighting with creatures that transfer hypnotizing weakness to paralyze her whole body system till death!"

The words did not change the past. They changed its hold. You are too weak. She saw herself in the Rogue Lands, ribs showing, foot cut and infected, dragging herself forward anyway. She saw herself on the Firegate’s edge, calling storms that nearly tore her apart. She saw herself on the wall, body shaking, holding a flood at bay. Weak? No. Tender, once. Injured. Underfed. She could own those. “Weakness is not my permanent state,” she murmured. “It was a season. I outlived it.”

Our kingdom hates her like anything since she's held responsible for the king's death and only giving birth to two children, not to mention a war that tore apart all the kingdoms. But I think she’s fucking awesome for having to have that kind of strength, she knew that even if it was the most powerful thing on the planet, nothing could be until if the monster couldn’t break her.And that’s what she did ,she never slipped up ,she made sure she wouldn’t crack. Maybe if Alfwin hadn’t interwined, Shae might have been able to control the monster. It quite literally was a part of her. Still, she wouldn’t have gotten to live a satisfied life.I can’t imagine what Alfwin must have felt when he had to

“Are the hegeduns behind it? What's your plan What do you know about the six black little stones? How are they related to the test series? What was examined in it? " A terrible crack under her entwined fists broke through the room, went deep under her skin and made her shiver. His body was so weak that the boils were already undersupplied and brittle. Now they gave in to their determined heart massage and broke the last chance to keep him a few seconds longer in this world. With a desperate sigh, she sank on her heels and dropped her head. They had lost another one. A person who had the same right to life as all other beings on this planet.