Weak Points Of A Man During Romance Novels & Stories

“Straight to the point, as usual. I like that.” I stayed silent, watching him carefully. “Do you know why you’re here?” he asked. I shook my head slowly. “Because of him,” he said. Adrian. “You’re lying,” I said quickly. “If you had a problem with him, you would go after him and not me.” He tilted his head slightly. “Ah… but you’re wrong.” He stepped closer. “You’re his weakness. Funny thing about powerful men, they always think they don’t have one. And besides, I don’t see a reason why you will be with someone like him and not me.”

"Without me in Damien's life, they would still come after him anyway, you and I know how much they want to destroy him way before I come into his life!" "Is that a joke? Immediately you showed up they strike harder! Those fools used to be scared of Damien but now, they aren't because they know he has a weakness, they know a mare human like you happened to be his weakness the very moment you are his mate, so don't try to justify yourself. Everything is your fault a mate should be a strength not a weakness to each other" After saying that she spun around and left the room.

my features twist a bit to that. While I’ve heard that marriage is a business transaction to nobles, I never truly believed it until the moment. “I am well aware of my deficiencies as a partner,” he adds, noting my expression. “It is also true that most consider me robotic, if not cruel. I am simply not capable of showing classic romantic endearments, but am not without my qualities.”

My body was numb, but my mind was clearer than it had ever been. She was wrong, completely. She was the one who had taken everything from me. She was the one who had lied, cheated, and manipulated Roman and everyone else into doing her wishes. “You weakling,” she said. And she was probably right. I wasn't all that. I had no skill, nothing to back me up except my bloodline. But that wasn't what defined me. Roman had told me one day, very clearly, that he didn't see me as weak. He saw me as a strong woman who'd overcome a lot of obstacles. My weakness was not what made Roman love me.

Anda asked. " It's simple,You have to stop being so strong and independent all the time,A man wants to prove he's a hero,Men love women they can help carry over a spot,open a drink for,put their hair in place and generally pamper not one who speaks vulgar words,threats and throw random people over their shoulder or Punch them in the eyes"Alex replied. "I'm not all that.. I'm a vulnerable woman who is totally fragile and loves being helped by a man"Anda rolled her eyes.

The anticipation that one eager finger will trip over a trigger is a possibility that lies high in the tense air of the room. So with only but a smirk on my face, I look at this man in front of me that has just become a coward. "You have made two fateful mistakes.” Under a mumble of a breath that has a coward trembling, he stumbles over his words, “Please do tell me?” “For one.” I start. “You have underestimated a man with half a leg.” As I press the barrel firmer into his skin, “And second, you have failed to notice the determination of a man in love.”

I could tell he was already going down memory lane with thoughts of her and I wondered how their love was back then. "It is believed that a man shouldn't love a woman that much, especially if you are an influential man," he stated and I shook my head. "Why...?" "Because she becomes your weakness and your everything. When your enemies look to bring you down, they will try to get her. Many of such men lose their women early because it's a test of their strength. You are better off without. A man can lay down his life for his loved ones, but they'll be taken before he even gets to do that."

“No” He shrugged and leaned back, letting smoke curl lazily from his lips. “You want me to be serious? Fine. Here it is. One of your greatest weaknesses, Adrian, is your inability to read women. You see battles, wars, power plays, you read those. That's are your forte, no questions. But not hearts. Not even when they’re staring you right in the face” he seemed to find joy in letting me know my inabilities. My eyes narrowed. “What are you saying?” All I wanted was a fucking clear explanation from his perspective.

I thought nothing would be a threat to us, but clearly you are. Then there are the questions I am now asking myself. Why are women so weak? Weak when we cry, weak when we feel pain, weak when we stay with someone who has broken us beyond repair, I feel disgusted with myself, with my body, my mind. My heart is so broken and shattered that there is nothing but cold shadows. Is love really real? Is it just a chemical reaction to emotions? We are raised and taught to believe that the man is supposed to be the head of the household but at the cost of being less than. Why? Because if a women is to successful then no man wants her and if they are with them it’s not enough because they don’t feel ma

“Then we’ll discover new parts of you. The parts that don’t need a net or a crowd to matter. I already see them — the man who notices when I’m tired and tries to make me laugh. The man who admits when he’s scared instead of pushing everyone away. That man is pretty incredible, Ronan.” He was quiet for a long moment, just holding me. When he finally spoke again, his voice was thick with emotion. “I used to think needing someone made me weak. But you… you make me feel stronger. Even when I’m stuck in this bed, even after today’s mess. You make me want to fight harder. Not just for hockey, but for this. For us.”