Better You Than Me Novels & Stories

He said a few words regarding the topic and ended the speech by saying, "just remember you came alone, you'll live alone and you'll die alone. Don't trust anybody more than yourself. Be your own best friend and your own worst enemy to keep the balance of life. Never underestimate yourself and never look back to the people who stab you. They are not worth it, and loyalty is rare. So raise your standards and wear your self respect as the most valuable outfit but ever undress it in front of anybody especially not in love"Students raised clap throughout the auditorium and he walked away from the stage. Leaving the auditorium and his men followed him behind. Veronica stood up from her seat too an

Benita asked, looking hopeful about getting a new car. She wanted to change her white car into a brand new, sleek car, and her account balance wasn't friendly enough to purchase her dream car. Moreover, she had asked her father for a new car or a second vehicle, but her father refused. His response was, "Now that you have graduated, Benita. Don't you think it's best to find a suitor who can offer such a car as a gift to you? I will not lavish a single penny on you so you don't remain here. Prepare to get married soon."

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

To be sincere, I'm jealous of her, the kind of life she lives is the best definition of a perfect life. You should have seen the way she and her husband were displaying all sorts of romantic stuff. Their Public Display of Affection is top-notch, I'm pretty sure she's not even up to 30. Yet, her life is perfect as that." She said with a smug on her face. "Come on, there's nothing to be jealous about. Nobody's life is perfect," she said making emphasis on the word Perfect twisting her index and middle fingers together dramatically. "At times, most people you think their life is perfect or you think they don't have a problem are going through the hard mill. it might not just be obvious. You kn

“No, worse than that.” “Try me.” I add.

I sighed, looking down to my right as I reminisced on the good times Calvin and I had. "I'm doing rather good. I thought I'd be crying or sad, but, I guess I'm ok. I'll be ok." I said as my eyes watered a little, but I forced myself to smile and think positively. "Well, I'm glad you're getting rid of the garbage. It was about time you left that scumbag!" She says, placing her hand on her hip. I look up at her in surprise, my mouth partially agape. "Don't look at me so surprised. Calvin is a moron, sorry to say that. Only you couldn't see how wrong he was for you. You deserve better, sweetie. I mean it." She says, making my eyes teary.

"And that fate, is worse than death." What?

“Seven years… I thought you’d at least be living better by now.” He shook his head as if looking at a pathetic, fallen woman. “You divorced me because I wouldn’t buy you luxury goods—because you were jealous of Mia. And now look at you. You can’t even afford a proper meal.” Mia leaned closer to him, her voice falsely innocent. “James, you have to understand. After the divorce, no one’s taking care of poor Evelyn.” I let out a snort. “Mia, not every woman needs to live off a man like you do. Move.”

“I never said you weren’t better than me. of course you are. You have a beautiful life, sad and miserable yes, but still beuitiful.” Just like the fight, this conversation is something we have been approaching. Facing each other. “So in your own way, you think that you are better than me because you have a decent life?” No, I am not better than you. I have ended up in the same position that you have been in your whole life, so how can I be better than you?” “What?” Her surprise is unguarded. “I am the rejected mate, sitting in the seat you have worked for your whole life. A prison in itself, but you are out.”

“Bella, you’re not that girl anymore. You’ve built yourself into someone stronger, someone better.” I smiled bitterly, shaking my head. “Stronger, maybe. But better? I don’t know about that.” Kai reached for my hand again, and this time, I let him take it. His touch was warm, grounding, and for a moment, the storm inside me quieted. “You are better,” he said firmly. “You’ve fought for everything you have. For everyone you care about. That’s more than most people can say.”