Deserve Novels & Stories

He didn't deserve a m. A man such like him. Cold with a heart void and emotionless. He didn't deserve such a person. He was a demon with a past as hideous as a masquerade. Who was he kidding? His present was worse than his past cause he hadn't change, he only upgraded to a worse person. Bad people like him didn't deserve a sweet experience as having a m.........

- "Mr. Ford left all of his assets to you before his death. This is the inheritance transfer document. I just need you to sign it." I looked at the documents, momentarily stunned. Seeing my reaction, the lawyer's eyes gleamed slightly. "If you don't want to accept the money, you could consider donating it to those in need—" "Why wouldn't I accept it?" I snapped out of my daze. "I deserve it, don't I?" The lawyer looked taken aback for a moment. He probably thought I was one of those noble types, unwilling to compromise. But the truth was, I had long stopped being noble.

"Don't let their hate ruin you, and destroy everything you've worked for. You're better than that. You're better than them. You're stronger than you give yourself credit for. And, I will not stand by and watch you let them win." "You deserve to have the last laugh. You deserve to have him eating his words and begging you for forgiveness. You deserve to have everything he has, and more. You deserve everything in the world, and you deserve a man who can treat you the way you deserve. And, most importantly

But the truth is… I’ve been choosing him for a long time. And now, for the first time in my life, I can finally say it without fear: I deserve this happiness. I deserve this love. And I will not let anyone take it from me ever again. Not Nathaniel. Not my past. Not even my old self. Tonight… I allow myself to feel whole.

“And you don’t want that. You don’t deserve that.” I clenched my hands even if my nipples were now swollen from arousal. “I don’t.” Blaze breathed roughly like he was trying so hard to control himself. “Of course. You deserve permanence. You deserve something that will last. I fucking know that.” “If you know, then do the right thing and back off, General Kingston. Because even if you can give me what I need, you can’t give me what I deserve.” He backed away but the tension between us still crackled through the air. “Goddamn it.”

“You deserve to be happy. You don’t need to be saddled up with someone like me.” Something flashed in Emerson’s eyes, and Asher realized it too late. “You’re right. I don’t deserve that. I deserve someone that’s there for me, someone that loves me as much as I love him. I deserve someone that will work harder toward his goal to heal himself like I’ve done. I deserve to be seen, and I deserve to feel like I matter.” “I agree with that. You deserve more.”

And for a moment, despite the urgency, despite the ticking clock, despite the fact that two women were captive in some basement somewhere waiting for me to make a choice, I stood there and thought about the word Adam had used. Deserve? I didn't deserve to go after Alice. He was right. I had failed her in every way that mattered — not by doing something actively cruel, but by doing nothing. By watching. By accepting. By choosing the easy path every single time the hard path was available. But deserve and need are not the same thing. And right now, Alice needed every person who could reach her. I jo

"None that ever mattered. I'm ashamed to say it, but I don't even think about it when I'm with somebody else. No matter how good or how fun it is. It's just sex. This time, I thought about you all the time, and what I was doing to you. And I did it anyway. Now do you understand why I don't deserve you?" "Don't. I thought we were past that. Don't ever say that to me again." She pulled my hips against her, stilling me. "Please, don't. You must know that I don't feel like I deserve you, after all I've been through. You're a Godsend, more than I'd ever dreamed for. Every time you say it, it makes me feel more and more like I'm the o

"Maybe someday if he proves he's safe and good and someone who deserves to know you." "What's he have to prove?" August was listening now, both twins watching me. "What makes someone deserve to know us?" "That he'll love you the right way. Not because you're his. Because you're you." I pulled them both close. "That he'll protect you and respect you and never make you feel like you're not enough. That's what it takes to deserve you." "Grandma Patricia did that." James pointed out. "She said we were perfect just how we are. Is that the right way?"

Honest in a way that didn't try to convince – only to be understood. "My father took something from you," he continued. "I can't give it back. But I can offer you a different path." Silence followed. Long enough that I could almost hear the weight of the words settling between them. Then – "What if I don't deserve it?" The question cracked. Not loudly. But enough. Drakon didn't hesitate. "Deserve has nothing to do with it." Another pause. Smaller this time. Fragile. "Then what does?" she asked.