Weakest Person In The World Novels & Stories

I pondered as he continued to talk and laugh. "The weakest of men are the ones with too many words to say, and boasting is perhaps the most revealing peculiarity of a weak man, Afeez." "What the hell is he saying now?" he said as he tried to balance his breath. "You are more vulnerable when you think you've won," I whispered as all the light bulbs in the room flickered and suddenly went off.

Oh, how his people rejoice when they were able to hear their alpha’s voice again. “You looked like you needed it.” “Why? After all, I did—“ he stopped midway and then heaved a sigh. “Ugh… to think I have been saved by a human. How low have I descended?” “Is this the problem? Do you think I’m weak enough to make a difference for you? Just so you know, humans are the most resilient creatures in this world. We never give up, even in the gravest of situations. That’s what makes us terrifying.”

Then what is the four lettered word love? Is it not affection? Is it not attraction?? What is it??? ----------------- Each human in this world has a weakness, Someone can't cook...Someone can't make friends..... there are soo many similar examples... Do you know someone who has no weakness??????? But humans revolve their whole life around that one weakness, which creates dissatisfaction and unhappiness. Humans have weakness due to either their birth or due to circumstances, but they turn their weakness into their limits There are still some people who rely on hardwork and convert their weakness into their strength

Sigh. Managing a city was not cheap. Even I would have to go hungry if I didn't have any money from the monster core store, let alone the people. I wouldn't be hastening the subjugation in this manner if I only had money in my pockets. Furthermore, I wouldn't even give a damn if the population of the city I was in charge of didn't include people. Human life's frailty can be described as pitiful. Humans are both the strongest and weakest race on the planet.

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.

"the world doesn't favour the weak people. The weak gets broken over and over again till they die." "Then make me strong. I don't want to die." Killian was determined.

I think I am just the most unlucky, wretched person in the entire world. A thick lump of raw humiliation and grief choked my throat. *What other regular people get so easily in life—peace, safety, friendship—I have to struggle incredibly hard just to glimpse it. I can't even protect the people I love. I should never allow anyone into my life ever again, because the moment I do, they will only end up getting severely hurt or killed.*

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?

I would never have imagined that this would happen. The leader picked me up from the ground regardless of my stiffness and resistance. "It has happened, ma'am. We don't want these wolves thinking that you're weak, ma'am." He advised but I didn't take it because I knew what was involved. "If you see me in such a state would you be happy because you want to prove that you're strong. If having a heart and not being a selfish bastard is regarded as being weak, then, I'm glad to announce to you that I'm the weakest person that you would ever meet in the world." I retorted.

I paused and cupped his cheek with one hand, and his golden eyes met mine again, softly glowing in the starlight. "I want you to know that you can cry as much as you want with me, and I will never judge you for it. Understand that you never have to be strong when you are not feeling it, and that it is okay to feel weak sometimes. It’s okay not to have the will to get out of bed. It doesn’t take away from who you are, from your strength.” I paused. "You are the strongest person I know. Being here, miles… worlds away from your home, surrounded by people who don’t know what you are… and yet here you are, walking among them like it's nothing. “I admire you,” I continued.