Do I Deserve To Be Loved Novels & Stories

He continued, "I’m here because I want to be. And if waiting is what you need, then I’ll wait. As long as it takes." "I don’t want to hurt you," I admitted in a small voice. "I don’t deserve you." Zephyr tilted my chin up, his lips brushing softly against my temple. "That’s not true," he whispered, "You deserve love. You deserve someone who chooses you without hesitation." My throat tightened as I leaned into him, resting my forehead against his. For the first time in a long time, the idea of love didn’t feel like a burden. It didn’t feel like something terrifying.

Just the man I loved. "Because I want to do this right," he said. "You deserve more than a stolen kiss in the dark. You deserve the moon. You deserve the pack bearing witness. You deserve a claiming that means something. You deserve everything. You deserve the world. You deserve all of me. You deserve the best of me." I let out a breath, half laugh, half sigh. "That's romantic."

I look at her. This woman who walked into my life and turned everything upside down, this woman who nearly died today because of a bond she never asked for, this woman I love more than I've ever loved anything. "I don't deserve you," I say. "No." She almost smiles. "But you're stuck with me anyway."

Adrian knelt beside her and he wiped her tear away from her cheek, He was about to speak when she continued “I don't deserve any of this. You deserve better” “You are right.” He whispered back as he looked into her eyes, confusion flashed through Aracely's eyes “I don't deserve you, you are just too amazing, you are strong, you are a fighter, I watch you and I can't help but feel that I am the luckiest person on earth, you are so pure, And I want to be the one who can love you as much you have once loved” He finished. His eyes watered too, “what if I don't want to be loved? What if— one day you are going to hate me, you are going to disgust me, you won't ever want to see or speak to me, or w

"You deserve nothing but pain and hate ." He was right, wasn't he? I deserved nothing but pain. I loved Justin but I got hurt and I was breaking, James came through for me at my weakness and he loved me and now he died because of me. Dean was right. I whispered under my breath. "I don't deserve to be happy. " " I don't deserve love." " I don't deserve happiness " "Isabelle…no, don't say that. " He pulled my head closer to his chest.

I feel like I don’t deserve love and everyone that I love turns back to hurt me even though I put my best to make sure that it does work out , it just doesn’t and it hurts so much , maybe more than you can ever imagine . I feel betrayed , I feel used , I feel like I am a commodity and I don’t think that I deserve love , I am the one who gives all the love and I don’t get it back in return , do you know what I get back in return , just , betrayal and hatred from the same people that I love so much , that’s how much it hurts and even if I try my best to deny it , I don’t think that I can deny the fact that I deserve it .

"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."

I shake my head. Cannon glances over me, “Love is always complicated, Adam. That's why you have to be there and prove to someone that it's real no matter what. ” I let out a heavy sigh. “She doesn't deserve someone like me.” I perceive. “It's part of loving, you know,” Cannon says. Her voice becomes slow as if she's realizing something. “There's always be a moment where you don't feel deserving of loving someone or to be loved by someone. But you gotta fight for it. Don't miss that opportunity.” She continues, “Especially when it feels right.”

I typed out a quick response, telling her that I had refused to give him another chance. Her reply was swift and supportive, reminding me that I deserved someone who would treat me with love and respect. Her words resonated with me, and I realized that I had been selling myself short by settling for less than I deserved. I deserved to be loved and cherished, not taken for granted and hurt time and time again.

"I do not deserve that choice." Beverly gave him a look. Signed: Stop saying you do not deserve things. Deserving is not how love works. I am not with you because you earned it or because you deserve it. I am with you because I choose you. Every day. Even on the hard days. Even when I am angry about what you did. I still choose you. Diro reached for her hand. She let him take it. "What if someday you cannot choose me anymore?" he asked quietly. "What if the anger becomes too much? What if you wake up and realize you cannot live with what I did?"