Deserve Novels & Stories

“I… I don’t deserve this.” I gave him a deadpan look, forcing myself to remain composed. “You’re right. You don’t deserve any of this. But it’s not about what you deserve, it’s never about what you deserve, Alpha. It’s about them. Do so quickly before I change my mind.”

“Not with me. I don’t… I don’t deserve that.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” I leaned forward, elbows on the table, because distance felt mean and because there was nowhere else to put the heat inside me. “You deserve to be wanted. Maybe not by me, or maybe by me, but deserving isn’t earned by purity. It’s earned by being someone who wakes up and keeps trying.” She laughed again, short and disbelieving. “Are you quoting a self-help book now?”

“If she can’t love the man hiding behind the haze of drugs and alcohol, then maybe she doesn’t deserve you.” He scoffed. “You are right. She doesn’t deserve me. And that’s not because I am too good for her. But the opposite. She deserves everything perfect, pure and gentle.” I stood up, pondering his words as I stared out the window. Taking a swallow from the bottle, I let the vodka burn down my throat, Olezka’s words repeating in my mind. And somehow they reminded of Jeremiah. If he doesn’t believe that he deserves the softness, love and care, then how will he reci

Desmond studied her, both fascinated and intrigued. “You hate her that much?” Seraphina’s voice dropped to a whisper. “Hate is too gentle a word. She had everything, the title, the respect, the loyalty of the people, and she squandered it with her mercy.” She turned toward him, her eyes like ice. “But you see, Desmond, mercy is a disease. One that we will cure together.” For a long moment, the room was filled only with the whisper of the wind through the balcony and the sound of the hearth.

“You don’t deserve any cruelty in this world, okay? The first step to growing above your bullies is to believe in yourself and your worth. Show them you’re bigger than whatever they’re throwing to you.” Somehow, I know that Enzo is right. I can understand the fact that Trevor hates me and wants nothing to do with me, but what I do not deserve is the way he showed his similar desire for me in the confines of a maze then told me that it never happened. Maybe I don’t deserve a prince, but I deserve one hundred percent of whoever was in my life, for me or against me, an

“I… I'm only apologizing for what happened—” “And then you can just use someone as you like, and then tell them no all of a sudden, like what I feel doesn't matter. Like I don't deserve it as well.” “Deserve what, Olive?” “You! Like I don't deserve you!”

Those are different things. Winning was about him. His capability. His strategy and patience and timing and his ability to execute the right actions in the right sequence until an outcome changed. He knew how to win things. He had done it his whole life through exactly that. Deserving was about becoming. Not performing the right actions but being a person for whom the right actions were simply what came naturally. A person who would have noticed the aspirin. Who would have asked about the floors. Who would have looked up.

The year she had spent building a life that was entirely, completely, solely hers. He had seen it. I want to be someone who deserves to be let in. Not I want to come in. Not just let me in. I want to be someone who deserves it. There was a specific difference between those two things. Wanting to be let in was about him getting access. Wanting to deserve it was about her having something worth protecting. He was saying: I see what you built. I see that it is worth protecting. I want to become the person who has earned the right to be near it.

“I don’t deserve you. I don’t deserve someone who sees the good in me when I can barely see it myself. I don’t deserve someone who stays even when I mess up. Even when I try to control everything because I’m scared.” Kai rubbed his back. “You do deserve it. You deserve love. You deserve someone who fights for you the way you fight for me. We both deserve this. We both deserve to be happy. Even with the past. Even with the pain. We can have

“Is that supposed to make me feel better?” She sighs again. “No, probably not. I still think you deserve better than him though. You guys fit but that’s not enough. You deserve someone who understands you and doesn’t judge you and appreciates exactly how beautiful you are. You deserve someone that actually cares about you and wouldn’t leave you alone while you’re hurt. Someone that does everything they can to make you smile because it’s the most amazing thing they’ve ever seen—you deserve someone as special as you.” The tears are running down my cheeks in streams no