Beyond Worthy Novels & Stories

He leaned over her and started getting intimate. When she yielded to him, he smiled. “Also, you love me. That means I’m already worthy, right?” “Hmm…” Well, she can’t exactly argue. “Then, you should keep yourself worthy.”

Jaiden walked back to the table taking his pen and again engrossed himself in the work. LUNA The bus was moving steadily on the road heading to the forest. The road leading to the destination was a clean wide one surrounded by the rows of trees. The vegetation density kept increasing as they keep going ahead. The weather was also pleasant with sun shining through the clouds. Trisha and Nina were watching some episodes of one of their favourite teen drama sharing the earphone. They were completely into the scene on the screen while I was still gazing out of window. I have no interest in those they just hype up your standard always making you feel incomplete.

He might go mad trying to figure out the how’s and why's Adelina has brought to his head in the last few weeks. "You seem very comfortable walking without the wheel chair," he conversed. "Yeah, I am doing better now. I don't think I would ever need them again," she said indignantly. "Hopefully." "That is really good news. I am happy for you Adelina." She looked at him thoughtfully. Not with this attitude was this going to work. She stifled a smile. "Thanks." Jonathan huffed, leaning his head on the settee "You know Adelina, I am having a hard time accepting all of this," he started, looking up. "For even a second, I wish it wasn't all true."

His hand squeezed her shoulder, grounding her. "By becoming someone worth the cost," he said finally. "By building a life so full of goodness that maybe, someday, she can look at you and see more than the wound. By protecting your mate, and your pack, and your territory, with everything you have. You don't get to be innocent anymore, Anna. But you can still be worthy." Anna closed her eyes, letting the words settle into her chest like stones. Worthy. Not innocent. Not forgiven. But worthy of the price that had been paid.

"And I know that because I've been exactly where you are. Feeling like an imposter, like everyone else got some manual on how to be worthy that I never received." "What did you do? How did you get past it?" "I'm still getting past it," I admit. "But I learned that worthiness isn't something you achieve—it's something you accept. You don't deserve opportunities because you're perfect. You deserve them because you exist, because you work hard, because you refuse to let circumstances define your potential." We talk for an hour. By the end, she's crying, but it's the good kind—the release kind. "Thank you," she says. "For being honest. For not pretending it's easy."

The ride back was silent. Not peaceful. Not calm. Heavy. Like something invisible had settled over all of them. Aria sat by the window again. But this time— she wasn’t looking at the city. She wasn’t seeing anything at all. Her mind was replaying Evelyn’s words. You’re finally becoming worthy of the truth. Her jaw tightened. Worthy. As if everything before now had been— practice. A test. Or worse— a lie. “You’re doing it again.”

Quentin glared at me viciously and said, "Isadora, without the Wilde family, I'd like to see how you survive out there. When life hits you, don't come running to us." I kept my head down and said nothing. Even as their daughter, when life hit me, none of them came to help me. I had long ago stopped fantasizing that the Wilde family would ever treat me well. I'd much rather serve my country anonymously forever and benefit humanity than return to the Wilde family. After everyone had signed, I took the document and prepared to leave. "I'll mail the bracelet to the house tomorrow." Since we had severed our relationship, we would absolutely never meet again. As I walked out, Andreas somehow follo

"What was worth betraying Serena?" Desmond looked down at his hands. "Five million dollars," he whispered. I felt bile rise in my throat. "Five million dollars," I repeated. "That's what my privacy was worth to you? That's what your years of working with my father worth to you?" "My wife is sick," Desmond said, tears streaming faster now. "She has cancer. Stage three. The treatments are expensive. Our insurance doesn't cover everything. We were drowning in medical bills on top of my gambling debts. Victoria said Marcus wanted to look for job and some of his documents are in your office. She said if I allow her pick the document that Marcus forgot in your office, she would pay off all my debt

Steven snatched the certificate, stunned. "What is this?" He skimmed through it and scoffed, "You forged this just to rile me up?" I yanked it back. "Don't flatter yourself. You're not worth the effort." This conversation was all too familiar. Whenever it came down to me or Andrea, he sided with her without question. I'd endured a lifetime of being overlooked and unloved, and I was done playing second fiddle. Brent's complexion darkened to a stormy hue. "You're just jealous that Andrea's outshining you in every way."

After a month of the incident, Imman returns to his office. The chairman welcomes him and wished him well. It was obvious that the gentleman missed him a lot. He gave him a warm hug and a welcome gift - a new car. He gave him the key and told him that the said vehicle was parked in the basement and he could drive it immediately. "Dad, it is not necessary for you to give me such an expensive gift. What a shame! I did not deserve it!" giving back the key to the chairman which he did not take.