Better You Than Me Novels & Stories

“Every day you give me a new reason to love you, Cash.” “I still think I got the better end of the deal. You see the best in situations and people, not the worst. How you saw beyond a vagabond rodeo Indian cowboy with ties to nothing and no one—”

“What is it?” “Our relationship is kinda complicated now. Before, it was only me and her. We did everything together, we were inseparable. And when she needed something, I was always the first one she called. But lately, it seems like I’m not the only one in her life. I’m not her confidant anymore. She doesn’t depend on me as she used to do. So, I decided to call the song You, Me, Them.”

And the page only got wet because you turned the glass! - What a pity, you must feel alone without many of your kind. Or would the world be better this way? - Certainly better than being mass-produced and having relatives of paper and clay. - I'm free and proud. And I didn't turn the glass over, just touched it. - Cheap and poorly used. You can't even see where it's going, it just causes disaster. - Some compare me to fate. - There is no such silly thing. - Better than the words you write. What is this now, are those hate letters?

Chapter 47: Part 2 * Dare to be someone no one ever thought you'd be. Dare to become the best version of yourself. Dare to work on your self-development rather than spending time doing meaningless things. I Dare you! ---- Queenebunoluwa15.* * Happy New month, guys!!! I hope and pray that this new month brings us all, happiness and joy. * At that moment, Perfect by Ed Sheeran began playing in the background. I found a love for me

Maybe, their fortune is to be friends not to be a lover. "Okay. Tell it Mickaela about us. Because I don't want to have an enemy. Yeah, we're poor, Luke. But I won't let her say anything bad to me when I become your Secretary because whoever she is I will not let her insult me. I was raised with dignity, that even if I was poor I would never be oppressed. " She said while staring sharply at Luke. The corner of Luke's lip rose.

Be the best version of yourself, never stop doing your best, keep trying hard and trust in yourself. Someday you will be better version of yourself or let's just say that you will be the best version of yourself that other people wants you to be. And that would be your sweet revenge. Start noticing the situations that cause you to play the comparison game. Social media, as I’ve mentioned, is a big one for most of us,yes! Especially I*******m...it also kinda affects me you know .🤣🤣 What about other circumstances? Is there a certain person who is constantly bragging about this or that, or asks you questions about your life that are designed to make you feel inferior?

I did not say anything to her just smiled awkwardly. I went to the bathroom and saw myself in mirror. I thought to myself, why am I not beautiful. Even though my dress was expensive than my sister's, she looked pretty. I know she was better than me and though she was younger than me she was my idol figure. I admired her. I was never jealous of her, however the people around me always made me feel my sister was better than me. They always compared us. I did not cry in the bathroom. I managed my expression and went out. Just when I went out from the bathroom door. I saw a familiar figure.

Mateo asked. “You can’t do the same as Aldo because you might not be a good person, but you are better.” Faith caressed his cheek. Mateo shook his head, “No, I don’t want to be a better person. In this world, better never survives. I learned my lesson.”

"Do you necessarily have to prove how awesome you are just because she looks down on you? That's just dancing to her tune. Even if you do prove it, people like her will just find something else to sneer at. "As long as they keep looking down on you, they'll stay smug forever. They'll never admit that you're better. So why give them the satisfaction?" Flynn wasn't the type to let anyone feel good at his expense. He was full of dirty tricks, and his eyes practically glinted with mischief. "Better to play them like fiddles. They can curse me all they want. I don't give a damn. But if they really piss me off, I'll bury them."

When I turned, I caught a glimpse of my reflection, split in two by the glass. It was in that moment that I finally understood: the sharpest blade was never betrayal, but gentleness.