Better You Than Me Novels & Stories

"Best friends have to stick together, right?" Evelyn smiled. Not because she believed her. But because she saw her. And as she walked out, the sun on her face, the city humming around her, she whispered — so softly, only the wind could hear: "I’m not your mirror anymore. The café faded behind her. But the truth didn’t. She had been judged. Measured. Found lacking. And still? She walked away — not broken. Not ashamed. But clear. Because she finally understood: Beauty wasn’t in the face.

“You should know when to speak in the presence of those who are better than you.” “Better than me?” The subtleness in the tone of her voice was enough poison. As she smiled and gently eyed me, the weight of her words fell on my heart. “You think you are better than me?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper. “Do you think that you are better than my boyfriend?” “You certainly are not. What gives you the pleasure to determine who’s better than who? Who are you?” “Ahh…” She gave a small nod and ticked her tongue. “Fuck this… Listen, you slut…”

Colton's face was getting redder due to how upset he was getting. “If you keep comparing yourself to me then you will never become better than me. It isn’t smart to keep comparing yourself to people. It will get in your way of getting better. I don’t care about how you feel about me. You are honestly someone I don’t see as a rival. All I care about is becoming someone way more gifted than my dear older brother. But if you want to continue this pointless game then I will make sure to crush you under my foot countless times until you are satisfied.” I was getting closer and closer to Colton whose fierce expression was slowly disappearing because of my words.

Easier said than done I thought you were Instead of my head, you found another, better one I won't let you forget me

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."

There are some times when you wish not to live to and see the people that you have had all your most trust in doing so much to you . “Don’t look at me like that , that is the fact .That shot was meant for you . I wanted you to die . How comes you are the more perfect one . You have a boyfriend who any other girl in school admires including me .” “You , just a nobody having the best in life . Who are you . There was no way that I was actually going to leave you to have the best of life when me who actually is far better than you in everything is just here and yet you have all.”

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

The bartender asks. "Something like that." "Woman trouble?" I laugh. It sounds hollow. "Is it that obvious?" "You've got that look. Like someone just showed you exactly what you lost." He wipes down the bar. "Let me guess. She moved on. You didn't." "I moved. Just in the wrong direction." He nods. "And now she's with someone else." "Now she's with someone better." "Better, or just there?" "What's the difference?" "Better means you can't compete. There means you weren't." He shrugs. "One's about him. One's about you."

'𝘏𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘱𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘰𝘳 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘐 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘸𝘢𝘺. 𝖨 𝗀𝗋𝖺𝖻𝖻𝖾𝖽 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖿𝗈𝗋𝗄 𝖺𝗇𝖽 𝗍𝗋𝗂𝖾𝖽 𝗈𝗇 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗍𝖾𝖺𝗄 𝖿𝗂𝗅𝗅�

#songs #AdamLambert. - Better than I know myself #TheScript #Army of angels Clara I'm not perfect .I've always said that; perfection isn't perfection unless there are imperfections visible... So we are all imperfectly perfect . There are some moments in life when you feel undeserving of what you have or like a total loser.I've had many of those days and weeks ,when I sometimes feel like I'm not being a good enough mother to my son , or perfect wife to my husband . When you wake up in the morning and wish you could fall back to sleep cause you hate feeling like you are failing at a role you should perfectly fit into cause you've had enough practice, however you still feel like you are always