Weakling Synonym Novels & Stories

Asthenia. (as-THEE-nee-uh) Weakness; lack of energy and strength. That had been one of the words she'd learned while helping Marissa study for a medical terminology exam one evening. It also perfectly described her situation. This is such bullshit. There was a pregnant woman shackled in their basement, and neither one of them has bothered to come down here and check on her. She had heard them stomping around upstairs, along with the sound of their voices on the other side of the door. It had been over forty-eight hours without food or water— the third daylight since she'd arrived here. How long could she go without eating? A week or two? She tried not to think about the time dragging by beca

A deep and sinister voice echoed in what seemed to be a carven. The other people around nodded in affirmation. ~~~~~~ Author~mimi~

I had to surrender, I can't do nothing now. Lord, I'm back to my weak self so help me God! Then for the hundredth time in this week, I fainted again. Weak, numb and looking pitiful.

"A wolf is typically only as strong as its host. For you to be so weak... Whatever they did to you in that place, I don't think you're supposed to be so small." His words confirmed a truth I'd already accepted in my soul. But hearing someone else say it was a necessary vindication. It never made sense to me. How could I be so weak and small, regardless of the treatments and care I was supposed to be getting? While everyone else grew stronger, faster, and larger, I stayed puny. I never met any of the growth milestones on time. Even before the imposter took over.

’ "Tell me Martin, what did I tell you I hate the most?’ I could tell by the way his heart beat much faster that he may have an idea of what I was talking about. but it still did not stop me from demanding an answer. it still didn't stop me from staring at him and waiting for whatever clever words he would come up with. Martin has always been good at getting himself out of trouble. he had always been good and submitting whenever he was needed and even offering a peace treaty when he had done the opposite of what I commanded him to. "Weakness." The word was simple. it was clear. I watched as he gulped visibly his heart beating much rapidly. "And you are becoming nothing more than a worthless

I would like to take on my heels while they chase after me but it wasn't a joke pulled out from the pocket of my jeans but a reality. "Elena, you're strong. We are never a weakling. Let's try to be fine now, or do you want us to skip school today? We can but that simply tagged with the letter W- weakling."My wolf countered their talks at the back of my mind, and she sounded unhappy too.

'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.

“Something to reduce the symptoms your wolves can't control. We don't want you getting those kinds of knee jerks in the middle of a meeting with rival Alphas. No one should know you now have a weakness.” Wayne gulped down. A weakness. That went deep.

‎If my men sense even the slightest crack… the slightest uncertainty… ‎They’ll see it as weakness. ‎And weakness… ‎Is something I can never afford.

“Yes.” I started forward. “Stop,” she said suddenly and I froze. “You’re shrinking.” “I don’t mean to.” “But you are.” She moved closer. “Walk again.” I tried once more. “Better,” she said. But it did not feel better. It felt wrong. It felt like everyone could see what I had lost. “I hate this,” I admitted. “I know.” “I feel weak.” “You are weak,” she said. Her words hit me hard but she continued, “But weakness is not the end.”