Deserve Unscramble Novels & Stories

She replied and Xalia’s eyes widened in shock. “What the fuck? Why did you do that?” “I saw a lot of invites there and I picked two. It's in my bag.” She shrugged as she took another turn, Xalia picked up her bag and brought out the invites. She opened it and read what the occasion was about but she found it confusing. “What does it say?” Allison asked. “It's just a sentence.” “A sentence?” “Yeah. It says ‘Welcome to the clan. *la familia primero*” Xalia read.

All I had was the truth—the raw, unfiltered truth that I had spent too long avoiding. “You’re right,” I said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I don’t deserve a second chance. But I can’t leave things like this. I need to see her, to let her decide what happens next. If she wants me gone, then I’ll go. But I need to hear it from her.”

My words cut off mid-sentence as the pointer slipped from my fingers and clattered against the desk. I doubled over hard, one hand flying down to clutch myself through my pants while my mouth fell open on a silent, startled gasp. My eyes went wide as the ache became immediate and overwhelming, as if the curse had simply decided the middle of a formal briefing was the perfect moment to demand everything at once. Embarrassed heat flooded my face and neck as I tried to straighten, searching for a way to form an apology or even a coherent excuse. “I—I need to excuse myself,” I managed, my voice strained and thin. “Just for—”

Instead of weapon. "You deserve to exist. You deserve happiness. You deserve—all of it. Not because you earned it. Not because you atoned enough. But because you are human. And humans deserve dignity. Deserve chance. Deserve—grace. Especially humans who are trying. Who are fighting to be better. Who are using their pain to help others." "But what if I am fooling myself? What if I am not actually good? What if I am just—performing goodness to feel better about being evil? What if everything I do is selfish? Self-serving? Designed to earn forgiveness instead of actually helping?"

“Because without it, everything I felt would have been unforgivable.” Elias shook his head slowly. “That’s not an answer.” “It is,” Alexander said hoarsely. “Just not a comforting one.” He turned fully toward Elias now, something dangerously unguarded in his expression. “You wouldn’t have listened to me. Not as Alexander Vale. Not as your brother.” The word landed like a blade. “So you decided deception was better?” Elias demanded. “You decided I didn’t deserve the truth?” “No,” Alexander said fiercely. “I decided you deserved something pure.”

Rowena asked. Amelia nodded, her lips curled in clear displeasure. A thin smile spread across Rowena’s face—one that sent a chill down my spine. “Then let her,” she said lightly. “Give her a handful of beef to satisfy her throat. It’s the least luxury we can offer her.” She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer, snipped open the vacuum-sealed package, and without hesitation dumped a portion of the meat—no more than a fifth—onto the floor, her expression full of disdain.

“I think part of me thought last night would change everything. Like it would erase the past.” He nodded against her. “But it doesn’t.” “No. And that’s okay, I think. I don’t want to forget anymore. I just want to stop being afraid of remembering.” Jack turned her gently, his hands on her waist. “Then we remember together. And when it’s too heavy, I carry some of it for you.” Her voice caught. “That’s not fair to you.” “It’s not a burden,” he said. “It’s a privilege.” She leaned into him, resting her forehead against his. “What did I do to deserve you?”

“No. Way.” I nodded, barely able to speak. Her grin spread like wildfire. “You got it?! You actually got the job?” I nodded again, and she let out a little scream, rushing over to throw her arms around me. We hugged hard—tight and breathless, like we were holding onto each other and everything we’d scraped through to get here. “I told you,” she said into my hair. “You deserve this. Finally.” I laughed again, the sound bubbling up like something unfamiliar but needed.

“That you’re pretty. Yeah, you know…” “Why does it matter?” She asked Jarred. “Who cares if I’m pretty or not, why is it of any relevance to anybody?” “It matters. Of course it matters. You can get a lot of money for being pretty. Look at your sister…” Tristan kept it up too. “Well… Unfortunately for me I am not about that.” “No? Okay, so tell us, what is it you like? What can we do to change your mind about us?” “Do? Nothing… I’m good thank you.”

He deserved what he got. No. I shook my head, fighting back the bitter excuses. I couldn't keep blaming other people for my mistakes. The punch had been meant for Luke, but it was my rage, my carelessness, that had put Mabel in harm’s way. “Fuck!” The curse was a low, ragged sound ripped from my chest. I needed to make this right. I needed her to forgive me and to know it was an accident, that I would never hit her on purpose. I felt, deep down, that she already knew, but that didn’t matter. I had to face her and make it right.