Better You Than Me Novels & Stories

Much better. I had to leave. I would travel to London, and handle business from there until I'm 'better'. I would find a woman, or more than one, and I'd have hot, wild sex with her until I could no longer catch my breath. I would be fine. I will be better. So, I memorized her features, and although the look in her eyes would haunt me, I would do what's better for me. For her. She deserved someone better. And that person isn't me.

"Because I trust you will do a better competition. You are the right person for this. You are truly the right person for this." "You are aware of my grades, right? I am not even part of the average student. I am below the average student." "That is the most reason why I know you can do it. At least your grades are getting better now. You have improved a lot. I thought if I chose any other brilliant person, they won't study. They would think that they have known it all and in the end, they will end up fumbling."

I have always done my best, but for what? Her eyes narrowed, her voice dripping with malice. "Your best? It's never enough, Alondra. Perhaps the reality you should be questioning is that your step sisters are more than you? Why are they better than you.Why they don't have to put in the effort to be more perfect than you. Perhaps the reality or avoiding Alondra is that you are forever going to be never Enough. Perhaps you should reflect on that."

“You’re just trying to make me feel better.” She shook her head slowly. “No” “No?” “You don’t need to feel better, because you already are better.” I took note of the emphasis on ‘feel’ and ‘’are’. “I’m already better?” I questioned, feeling a bit confused. “Yes. You are better than them, things beyond our control happen to anybody. No one is got the right to judge anyone because of certain circumstances. Ignorant, mean people.” She uttered with some rush of anger. “It’s okay, mother.”

I whispered. "My father once told me that no matter how bad things go there will always be something good coming out of it." I smiled and looked over at them. "His gone and there is nothing I can do to bring him back and that's why I'm standing here in front of all of you and give a speech about Harry Smith." I proudly smile even though my heart was breaking inside. "He was that kind of man that understood you with the smallest gesture and helped you when you needed help." I paused to take a breath.

"Today, I'm going to cut your heart out just to see what color it really is." "Mommy…"

Instead, I simply raised my hand and slapped him across the other cheek. Everyone gasped, and the entire room fell into stunned silence. This time, Jayden was truly stunned. He stood there in a daze, his eyes wide with disbelief and simmering fury. "You, you dared to hit me?" I calmly withdrew my hand, my expression serene, my voice flat. "So what if I did? Jayden, it's time you faced reality. This isn't about revenge. I married Charles because I like him. In every single way, he's a better man than you."

“You think you’re the better man?” “I don’t have to be better. Just not you.”

He sighed. "Yeah, I guess that'll be better"

“Death would be better.” “Yours or the people that did this to you?”