Novel & Cerita The Weakest Person In The World

The most people I detest are those with weak emotion, I had grew up in a surrounding where you got to be strong to stand above others, right from kids, I received the hard training from my dad, i was his only child so he wanted me to be very strong so I can control his empire even when I'm a girl. My past isn't a pleasant one, I don't feel like brooding over it, those years when my cries had no effect!! Crying and shedding tears was made to seek help and mercy but dad taught me a different thing.. When you cry, you become weak, people look down on you, their fear or respect for you is washed away.. I took a deep sigh before walking away to meet Adrian, Xavier's son, his father is also a very

Noah's question hit my heart "What if I can't" I answered wistfully, what if I was born like this. Live with a weak heart; choose to be alone so as not to get into trouble. I think I'm not the only one who has this kind of weak, whiny and cowardly nature; there are many other people around the world.

But my mind was restless, it was somewhere else. You can be the strongest person on Earth physically but there are people who are stronger than you. People who fight every second of their life, just to stay alive. People who have been through hell and back. People who have been broken far too badly to even imagine, but had come back alive, a miracle. People who know what true fear is.

said the Gendud man in his heart. "And the proof is that no one has been able to beat one of the three kings to date but it is different with you Samuel, we will see to what extent your greatness is" said the Fat Man in his heart smiling. The Skinny Boy only saw the Fat Boy who was smiling to himself. "We'll see who will be the strongest person from all continents in this second world ?" Said the Fat Man in his heart.

I whispered, but she ignored it. "Why did you fainted?" She asked. "Why?" "Because I wanted to know" "Are you going to cure me if I told you the reason?" "No, still I wanted to know." "You don't have to." "Are you scared of being weak or letting someone know that you have a weak spot? You know what? It's okay to be weak sometimes than to pretend you're always strong. Everyone can be weak, no one is strong except God." "Shut up or I'll kick you out. I'm sleeping, you're too loud."

CELESTINE'S POV: I look up at him. His gray eyes are soft in the fading light, warm and steady and full of something I am still learning to recognize. "Most people would have broken," he continues. "Most people would have given up long before the thousandth time. But you did not. You kept going. You kept hoping. You kept believing that there was goodness in the world even when the person who was supposed to love you showed you nothing but cruelty. That is not weakness, Celestine. That is extraordinary strength."

'Weak' is one word made of four alphabets but has shaken my whole life. Being an alpha wasn't easy for me, it ruined my innocence and made me the cruel man I am today, a heartless and cold-blooded monster who only knows to kill and punish, no love no warmth nothing ever resided in my heart when I possessed the leadership in my hands seven years ago, that day I left a weak and sweet Ajax back and became this.

Albus' face shifted dramatically. Shane Drayson, the strongest and most terrifying person in the world, was running out of time. He knew all too well that Shane was the strongest in the world. No Earthly Immortals, or even himself, could match the elder, not even for a single move. Even though the three were not as strong as Shane, they were still unparalleled mightsters who had mastered the Principles of Heaven and Earth; the difference in strength could not be too significant.

I was thankful for that. We needed to end this now because he was slowly weakening me with each attack that landed. Even though his godly magic was nullified, it did not mean he was unable to fight me. He had already shown me his biggest weakness – his ego. He was just like any other person who thought to highly of themselves. He believed that he was the best thing since sliced bread and that everyone else was lesser than him and unworthy of even breathing the same air.

I wasn’t disgusted, neither was I pulling away. His entire body went still beneath my touch, it felt like nobody touched him gently often enough for him to know what to do with it. My heart dropped painfully at the realization. “You hide it,” I said softly. His eyes stayed locked on mine. “People see weakness and they use it against you.” “And how does this make you weak?” A bitter look crossed his face briefly. “You don’t survive my world by giving people imperfections to exploit.” I stared at him for a second. What does that even mean?