Deserved Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

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?"

“When I realized he was my mate I wondered what I had done to deserve such a mate. I thought my mate would be the one that saved me. I didn’t tell him he was my mate he asked and I didn’t lie thinking he was 18 and could sense it. I won’t go into details but after what he did and what happened to me I learned that I would have to save myself and that is what I did when I ripped out my fathers heart. The moon goddess gifts her children with mates but that doesn’t mean they are deserving of the one they got. I choose to believe that it is not me that is undeserving. It is him who is undeserving of me.” There is a crash outside in the hallway and Sylvia goes to the door. “Sylivia, he's your mat

She hesitated but I didn’t relent. “Who’s that?” Scott asked curiously. “Grace. I met her at Whitmore residence,” I explained. “Hi,” she let out a small smile as she approached us. “Hello there, I’m Scott,” he introduced himself stretching out his hand for a handshake. “I know who you are. Scott Moore, next in line to the Moore corporation.” Scott looked surprised “Oh.” He seemed to forget how wealthy his family was at times. “Well nice to meet you,” she added taking his hand in hers.

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?"

She leaned over and said gently "You know you don't have to try hard to please her. She's hard to please." "Hmmm" I said, glancing at the stairs in case someone saw us. She added quickly, "but let me tell you, she has a soft, hard. How can someone be both soft and hard-hearted at the same time?" She said, and I wondered if that was a question or a statement. I smiled and chipped in "your apron is nice." She seemed contended and waved at me "Oh, look at you passing compliments when you're the real beauty queen here."

I wanted to ask him, and then I heard a loud noise. "I don't know anything! I want my friend back. It should mean." I was a little surprised to hear that. I asked a passer-by, "What is happening here?" He respectfully bowed before me and said, " Future Alpha! Alpha Natalia's friend are missing! She's looking for help finding her!" "Did you find out anything?" "We don't know much about her, but we know what she looks like. Her smell is not very strong and perhaps her wolf is also dim, so we have not yet found out anything special about her."

She muttered and buried her face in his chest again. “I want to ask you a question.” Draven said and she lifted her head from his chest and looked at him. “What is it?” “Do you think I didn't know you were once a… “ “Whore?” She cut him off. “Don't do that.” He warned and spanked her slightly. “I’m sorry for cutting you off.” She apologised. “And I wouldn't want to use that word cause you were never a whore, you just did what you needed to do.”

"They treat you completely differently, but they get the same herbal broth and the same gifts. Is that fair to Brennan, the one who is good to you?" I opened my mouth to argue, but nothing came out. Later that night, I lay awake thinking. I remembered when I was a child at the human care center. One time, I helped a volunteer hand out winter blankets. The other children were playing. In the end, everyone got the same gray blanket. But mine had intact edges. No fraying. No fading. I thought it was just luck. Later, I found out the volunteer had set aside the best one for me on purpose. As she left, she paused at the door and said softly, "Good children deserve better. That is what is fair."

“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?”

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.