The Weakest Person In The World Novels & Stories

And it's all his stupid late mother's fault. Only God knows what she took when she was pregnant with him and now she died leaving the little piece of burden for me. Just a one night stand and she tried to trap me with pregnancy but too bad she died before the wedding. She was only after my money. Am a very famous billionaire. The youngest one there is and am awfully single... gosh! I hate her and I hate women! All of them! The other gender in skirt. They're are completely useless and devils.

I understood the allusion perfectly. Then we both knew I was lost. That I was going to work for him anyway. ... Because I was the weakest. And weakness is unforgivable.

Hearing his voice in every sentence. She turned the page. The final page. The final words. And immediately something about them felt different. More personal. More serious. As though Henri had left the most important part until last. There is one final thing I need you to know. The world will try to convince you that pain must make you harder. Bitter people will tell you that kindness is weakness. Hurt people will encourage you to hurt others. Do not listen. The greatest strength I ever witnessed was not power. It was compassion.

Why does it always have to come crashing in and destroying my marvelous fantasies about feeling tingles when I touch someone’s hand thereby finding my mate and becoming a stronger version of myself. I’m a pretty weak human. I’m shorter than average, I have a small pouch where I wish I had abs, and I can barely do a push up, let alone a pull up. Even the humans in my stories are stronger than I am. Well, most stories. Sometimes the girl is weak.

I am that forward. “Hey, Mr. C… I mean Hardin. Yes, Hardin. Look, everyone has their weakest moments in life, and everyone is allowed to feel things and be weak. You having a breakdown doesn’t make you any less of you. You are still who you are even when you are crying. When you are grunting and scowling at me, when you are laughing with Mr. Scott. You are still you. And yes, it sucks to be seen that way. But you are human. And humans are weaklings. So please don’t beat yourself for something like that. You are not Iron-Man okay?” He stared at my hand as if it was some sort of an ugly thing, and then his lips tugged up in a small smile and he glanced out at the night sky.

“That alone makes me… less in the pack, I'm a disgrace to them, so you see I deserve the way they treat me. He scoffed surprisingly. “Don’t.” Then his face tightened into a slight frown yet again. “Do not ever say that again, being wolfless does not make you weak.” I stared at him, because no one had ever said that to me before. Not once. “It does, Alpha,” I replied softly. “In this world, it... “No,” he cut in, stepping closer, his gaze locking onto mine with an intensity that made it impossible to look away this time. “What makes a person weak is how they choose to live, not what they are born without.”

It was midnight and she didn't stop writing and doodling the whole night. Every time she came closer to an answer, she found herself at a dead end. There was no logic in the question to start with! Why would someone want to stay weak?! Weakness is every evil in the world! Weak equals submit. Weak equals degraded. Weak equals pain. Why would someone want to be weak?! "But many people... are weak?" Flora suddenly caught a gleam of light. If being weak is that illogical, why are so many people so weak in the soul?

I just hsye how almost everyone is always taking me for granted in this world. " I had no idea a nobody can be emotional. I thought you live yo please the nobility " I won't lie if I say that I don't try as much as to keep a tear from falling. I hate it when everyone is there telling me where exactly I belong. It makes me become even weak . " I know you have a multitude of problems and that is why I want to help you " he says this time abit calm than the pervious talk.

Scared that my younger brother would attack me again and as always, I would be helpless to do nothing other than to watch as he bashed my face in, the only difference that I would heal faster, giving him more room to cause more pain. I lay on my bed feeling tired and exhausted. I wondered if it was all really worth it. All these struggles, the pain, I could still recall how the poison had gnawed at my insides on that dreadful night. I had long healed but even now, I could still feel my gut clench in pain when I recalled the experience yet, I ended up being the loser. I once heard that one of the signs of a strong person is knowing when to give up. Perhaps it is time for me to give it all up?

I can't react to anything, nor I can feel anything. I don't even realise when he cut the call. I lie on the bed without having dinner. My life has taken such a massive turn where I feel like to die rather than living with this burden. "You thought I'm weak", I mumble, staring at the ceiling. "But you are so wrong. In this game of possession and courage, you're the one who is weak and your possession which doesn't make any sense. You're weak because you had to put thorns on my path to imprison me. Because you also knew that you can't defeat me if you don't set up all the plots. You knew you can't defeat in a fairway. Who is the weakest? A man with power and money or a woman with nothing but c