Deserve Novels & Stories

I want to explain. “I felt unworthy so much that I had no faith in myself and I pushed my mate away. I thought I would be a disappointment. Spencer figured out that I was destined to be an Alpha and she told me she believed in me. She also told me I would have to be deserving of my mate. I stayed up for hours thinking how can I be deserving of someone when I couldn’t find worth in myself. However Spencer saying she believed in me sparked hope.

Her Mom assured her, but Neville didn’t like it and shook her head furiously in negative. “I know you don’t understand, Nev. But we need to do this as we shouldn’t stay with the person who doesn’t deserve us.” Her father said something to her. “Yes! If we stay with someone who doesn’t deserve us, then we will end up hurt more than we can bear. So, it is better to go away.” Her Mother uttered with an angry look at her father. For the next few hours everything settled and everything buzzed, but Neville still didn’t understand what is happening and where to go and to whom.

But needing her only reminds me of what I don’t deserve. Lia is sweet, kind, with a light that shines so bright. and everything I could never be. She deserves someone who can give her that light back, someone who could give her the love she’s worthy of, someone capable of feeling everything she brings out. I want to be that person for her. God, I want it more than I’ve ever wanted anything, but I know it’s impossible. I can’t love her the way she deserves to be loved.

It's pure care and loyalty for each other. But he called me a whore, I know he hates me, but how can he use such a derogatory term for a woman, for his own wife. Do I really deserve to be call a whore? Do I really deserve all of this? Maybe yes. Because what Abram is doing to me is nothing compared to what I did. So, probably yes I deserve this, I deserve to get hurt, I deserve to get humiliated, I deserve to burn in his hatred for me, I deserve all of this for the sin I

“Well you can say that I deserve it, cause whatever that is happening to me right now is exactly what I deserve, I did something very bad and I'm paying for it” “Is it that bad?” “Very bad, you can say that I broke someone trust and now Karma is dealing with me, and I like the punishment cause I deserve it and so much more” “Don't you think you're being too harsh on yourself?” “No, I'm not, I clearly deserve it” “No, everybody actually deserves a second chance” “You think so?” “I know so”

“Oh, please do not start—“ “You, Baevera, survived what should have killed anyone else! Not just because you were strong, but because deep down, you believed you deserved it,” she continued passionately. “You convinced yourself you had no right to stay down and be a victim. Not when Revandrel could not. You deserve no sympathy from anyone, not even yourself. And even now, you live through such horror no one should ever endure because you think it is the price you owe. You deserve to be treated the way you are. You are not worthy of even being treated like a person. And why? Because you had not tre

Those who discovered her said her body had already begun to decay, and the basement reeked of rot. The screen went dark. I stood there with a heavy heart. NODE sighed again. "In the end, Maxwell's love for you reached 100%. If you had died during the first blood draw, his love would have reached 100% then as well." People only learned how to cherish something after they lost it. "This was your first world," NODE continued. "I hope you learned from it. When I inhabited your body, his affection value surged again from its lowest point. Do you understand now, Cass?"

The session ended at the usual time. He walked down the stairs and out into the street and got in his car and did not start the engine. He sat in the car and thought about I want to deserve what I want. He thought about what deserving something actually meant. Not performing the deserving. Not being seen to do the right things. Actually having done them. Actually having become the version of himself that could walk into a room and be honest and have the honesty land somewhere because the person receiving it could trust it. He thought about the photograph on the passenger seat of his car.

"What does it have to do with." "Choice. You choose to be here. They choose to be here. I choose to be here. Deserve is for people who are keeping score. We are not keeping score." "How do you know." "Because if we were keeping score, you would have lost a long time ago. And you would have stopped trying. But you did not stop trying. You kept walking. That is not about deserve. That is about choice." He leans his head on my shoulder. I lean my head on his.

"You stopped." "I do not deserve you," he said. "Deserve has nothing to do with it," I replied, shaking my head slowly. I have spent my whole life being told I was not good enough, not worthy enough, and not deserving of love or kindness or safety. But standing here, looking at you, and holding you while you fall apart, I realize that worth is not something you earn, it is something you are, and you, Alejandro, are worthy of being held, worthy of being loved, and worthy of being forgiven for the things you did not even do.