Weakling Synonym Novels & Stories

But my body felt so weak… so useless. Gritting my teeth, I forced my arms to move and pushed against the ground, trying to stand up again even though everything in me ached. I can’t stay down… I can’t… But the moment I tried to lift myself, my strength gave out and my body dropped back to the ground with a dull thud. Silence followed, heavy and suffocating. My mind went blank as something painful rose inside me, tightening my chest until it hurt. Why…? Why am I so weak?

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?

For a while, she was about to cry, but she stopped herself. She was always that kind of soft person, and now she is struggling to hide her weakness. I mean, in our world – kindness, softness, and everything related to feeling is a weakness that can be used against us. That's why we need to be the monster we are in order to get what belongs to us. "I've sent some werewolves to help the witches. It will make things easier for us if they succeed in killing the Hybrid. Liam for sure would lose it if something happened to his mate…" My mother was talking, while I decided to finish it for her,

People, I'm weak. End of Text.

Ash asked the medicine man who had been examining their strange guest. "Her bones are broken and her muscles are weak, she needs food and water and some herbs to make her right." The rusty old man who was almost bent over double and walking with the aid of a stick, said to him. His bald head and white beard looked like they needed intense cleaning.

"I'm just embarrassed that you saw me cry. I'm not supposed to be weak." I grab her hand. "Quinn, since when is someone who is sad or crying a weak person? Sadness is a form of emotion and crying is a way of expressing that emotion. Weakness is when you're helpless and it's not a feeling. At this point, does it sound the same? It doesn't, does it?" She looked at me without blinking. I thought it was because she felt more sad, but it turned out to be because she wanted to hit my head afterwards.

“You’re weak. You’ll never be the true alpha. You’re nothing but a coward…and Darius, he’s stronger than you…way stronger, and that’s exactly what you fear…” The words had been like a knife, cutting deep into the part of me I hated to acknowledge. Weak. She had dared to call me weak. ‘She’s wrong,’ Hamex growled, but I could feel the doubt in his words. He was trying to reassure me, but I wasn’t blind to my own shortcomings. “She’s nothing,” I muttered, though the words felt hollow. “A child playing at war. She doesn’t understand the weight of true power.” But still, her words gnawed at me. Weak. The same word I had thrown at Darius moments ago. Was it true?

He used the last strength in him to struggle weakly. He felt strength get sapped from him, and his body grew limp.

Because I’m weak and I looked like some of the silly weak girls. Ugh! Unbelievable!

I'm so weak. I'm sorry, Angelo.