Romans & histoires She Of Life And Death Weakness

Chapter 151 Cephus’ POV Katie has found a way under my skin, and each day that she is here, I feel myself losing my grip on things. I’m not soft, I can’t be. In this world, there is only strength or weakness. Being weak is certain death, and strength is power, something necessary when you have men breathing down your throat and people shooting at you. “I just don’t want to die yet. I have so many plans… My mom died rather young, and I want to fulfill everything before my time comes.” Her words cause a hole in my chest to form. She’s opening up to me about her mother and her death.

“If we proceed, she could bleed to death.” It had shocked her, too. She had been so sure she was strong. She had survived so much. But perhaps she was weaker than she believed. Or perhaps… she had been giving too much of herself away. She placed both hands over her womb. Not anymore.

“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 fvcking 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 could barely even throw a punch. I knew she wasn’t injured, weak maybe, but not injured. Her weakness didn’t even stem from her injuries. I was certain that after everything she had told me, she was just malnourished to the extreme. It really was no wonder her wolf hadn’t shown itself, she probably wouldn’t even survive her first shift.

Her voice was soft as she begged. "If I die, then I'll marry you in my next life. How's that, Wesley?" She held his hands tightly, then suddenly beamed and said, "I don't think I'll die, though. Mrs. Scarlet says I've got nine lives. No matter what sickness I get, the doctors could always cure me." As Wesley gazed at the smile on her face and the light in her eyes, his hardened heart gradually began to melt. He asked himself why he liked being with Shea. Was it not because of her pure kindness?

"But if we die because I was too weak, this is all on you." "Your weakness is in your mind. We survive a death-dropping fall, raging cold water, and an insane witch. All while pregnant. I am not weak. You and I are the same. Therefore, you are not weak. We are resilient, and it's about time you saw that," I growled. She was starting to really get on my nerves. She was quiet for a minute as I stretched and preened around. Glad to be back in my body. "I hope you're happy now."

I was raging and the more I did, the harder I gripped her throat. Her blood was all over my hand now and she was occasionally coughing out some more but through everything, this bitch still preferred to smile— her cruel characteristic smile. She started to throat out her words. “That’s.. that’s the order of life, Y-Your Highness. If you’re weak, the strong will take over from you. And both you and Cayden, and everyone else in this room are all weaklings!” She voiced. “And the weak deserve to die!” She throated and I stared at her in complete irritation.

Did she walk away to use the bathroom, or did she leave so she doesn’t have to answer me? Sphinx: It’s too much to write here. I switch my earbuds and grab my phone, hitting video call. She answers with a huff. “Seriously?” “Yes, seriously. You have a weakness. Weaknesses can be exploited, especially ones that you’re trying to hide. Talk to me,” I say. She looks down, the shame that I saw on her face earlier returns and she grits her teeth. “I nearly died in a battle a couple of years ago. I haven’t been able to get past it,” she says softly.