Do I Deserve To Be Loved Novels & Stories

“I've never loved you, and will never be. Don't make me laugh, Xyna. How would I love you? You, a cold-hearted demon? Don't dream so high, a person like you who doesn't care about what people feels don't deserve to be loved and be love. You don't deserve me and I don't deserve someone like you” “I've never loved you, and will never be. Don't make me laugh, Xyna. How would I love you? You, a cold-hearted demon? Don't dream so high, a person like you who doesn't care about what people feels don't deserve to be loved and be love. You don't deserve me and I don't deserve someone like you” I pursed my lips. He's right at what he said at all. I don't deserve him,and he don't deserve me. He deserve

I’d texted her, but seeing her there almost cracked me wide open again. She opened her arms. “Come here…” I didn’t hesitate. I threw myself at her. The second her arms wrapped around me, the tears started again, heavy and unstoppable. “He does not deserve you…” she whispered into my hair. “But I deserve him, Syd. I deserve him,” I confessed. Because I do. I deserve a love that consumes me. That drives me. That believes in me. Even if it’s messy, intense or difficult. I deserve a love that makes me feel… seen. Alive. Consumed.

“It’s just… you keep talking about someone who doesn’t even want you. You think he deserves that power over you? He doesn’t. Don’t deprive yourself of love just because your so-called mate turned you down.” His words pierced through me like daggers. I had no reply. My hands tightened on the wheel, my eyes dropping to it. “You’re a good person, Ash,” he continued softly. “You need someone to show you love too.” “I don’t feel like I deserve love,” I whispered, resting my forehead on the steering wheel. Pain clawed through my chest. “Even the person the Moon Goddess gave me… doesn’t love me.”

To have grown up in a family where love is a currency to be traded, a power to be wielded, a weapon to be used. "I understand," she says softly. More softly than I would have imagined. More softly than anything she has said since she arrived. "Because I'm afraid too. I doubt too. I ask myself every morning if I deserve to be loved. If I deserve to be happy. If I deserve to exist. So maybe—maybe we could learn together. You and me. To stop being afraid. To stop doubting. To accept that we deserve to be loved. That we deserve to be happy. That we deserve to live. Really live. Without the lies and secrets and fears that have trapped us since we were little." She stands up. She approaches the wi

He was going farther and I slumped down crying over my cruel fate. Did he feel the same when I left him? Am I being punished for the deed I didn't do deliberately? She was right all long. I don't deserve to be loved. I am a Curse and a curse is only lifted not loved.

"Magness... Dane is mine, and Percy is Deirk's. Nothing will change that. But... what if I helped you?" He snorted in disbelief. "Help me with what?" "Help you learn to love so someone can love you back," I said quietly. Mag stared at me. "You really think that's possible?" I nodded. "Everyone deserves a chance to be loved. Even you."

I lower my head. "I did because I am done with your shit Dario!" My head nods. "I know what I want, Dario, and that is you, so stop trying to push me off and make me run. You either want me or you don't, which is it!" "I don't deserve you." Moving, she wraps her body around me. "You deserve love, Dario; you deserve someone who wants and cares for you. Is that me?" She looks at me, waiting.

“Because of the way it all happened. I wanted to choose love, and instead, I ended up here. I don’t want to hurt you, David. You deserve to be loved, not to suffer with someone like me.” His gaze softened, and he moved closer, taking her hands in his. “You’re not hurting me. I care about you. I want to be the one you can lean on, even if it takes time. If I don't deserve to be with you, then I deserve to be alone forever. I can't love anyone but you.” Isabella’s heart raced as she searched his eyes, hoping to find a glimmer of understanding. “But what if I can’t love you the way you deserve? What if I can’t let go of the past?”

That was not just stupid bit cruel and barbaric. But this isn’t about me it isn’t about her either she doesn’t deserve to hear these thoughts in her ears. She deserves to be loved unconditionally because that is the kind of love she gives herself and even if she finally heats interested in someone else later on I need her to go after someone who would love her unconditionally.

“Rose did that to me too. Reminded me there’s a world outside duty.” I met his gaze. “You really love her, don’t you?” Lucas’s smile softened. “More than I ever thought I could love anything again. Sometimes I wake up and still think it’s a dream. That the Goddess is mocking me. Then she smiles, and the curse and doubt quiets.” I swallowed. “You ever feel like you don’t deserve it?” “Every day,” he admitted. “But that’s the point. Love isn’t about deserving—it’s about choosing anyway.”