Do I Deserve To Be Loved Novels & Stories

“I promised you I’d never lose my patience with you again. I’d always wear this bracelet so you’d remember not to shout at me. But you keep forgetting…” “I don’t deserve you.” “Tell me, who deserves me? Another Alpha? A Beta? A Gamma? Another shifter? Do I deserve to be with someone I don’t love?” “You deserve the world…” He mumbled. How could I tell him he was my world when he couldn’t see that?

“Don’t you?” “Yeah…” “I’m really sorry that nothing has ever went the way you wanted them to. Really, I am. Because you are such a good person, and you deserve everything amazing in your life. I can’t match up, probably won’t ever be able to. But I just want you to know that you are a good person, and you deserve the world. You deserve love. Lots of it. Don’t ever forget that.” “Why do you sound like that?” “What do you mean?”

“This isn’t about what you need, what you want, or what works for you. It’s about both of us. You’ve never once stopped to think about what I deserve.” I stop myself before the words tumble out, the ones I’ve been holding inside for far too long. I deserve to be loved for who I am, not for what I can offer. I deserve to be admired and appreciated for what I can do, not for being some convenient, suitable wife. I know there’s no point in saying any of it. Lyle wouldn’t understand, and I’m tired of trying to make him see. He takes a step closer, his tone defensive. “I’ve always been good to you, Angela. You know that.”

"Am I that bad? Did I do something unforgivable in my past lives? Am I not enough? Am I ugly? Am I bad? Is... is my body ugly? Am I not deserving of love too?" "Because damn... I believe I deserved to be loved just like everyone else." "I believe I deserved to be treated equally." "I believe I deserved to be happy." "I believ I am worth it." "But why is that? Why are they stripping those away from me? The world is too much for me to bear. No one wants me here but I want them in my life." "I want and need a mom who hugs and kisses me everyday and reminds me that I am loved." "I need a dad who'll protect me like nobody can and treats me like a princess."

"I will never touch you, not unless you want me to; I will never hurt you, not again, not ever." "Now you want to be good; after you've taken everything I loved and everything I am away, you want to be a better person, and you expect me to do what? Jump into your arms and declare my undying love for you? I would never love you; you don't deserve to be loved." I was in tears now; even if I wanted to be strong, all the memories were just too much. "...You deserve..."

Yet everyone wants to feel that illusion and live in it. My karma. It is pathetic to even think about love. Maybe I don't really deserve love. I don't deserve kindness. I don't deserve to be understood. I don't deserve compassion. It is for maybe for some people. I'm not meant to get those. I think God created me while thinking about all flaws people should have. That's why maybe I am flawed. In an awful way.

“I will never give up on you. Not if the justice system goes against you, not when the press turns against you, or if the world spins everything around. I will always stand with you and by you and together, we will be constant.” I glanced away, a sob escaping my lips. “Julia…” “What did I do to deserve this?” I murmured, “What good deed did I commit in my past life to be loved this much?” Greta smiled through her tears and retracted her phone. “Love isn’t earned Julia. It’s either not there, or it’s meant to be.” I wiped my tears. “But, just between the two of us,” she continued, reaching out to hold my hands. “You deserve every shred of love you get, every last drop.”

“I know that this isn’t something you’re used to. And let me tell you that even if it wasn’t something that you’re used to, it doesn’t mean that you don’t deserve it.” “Don’t deserve what?” I asked. “To be loved,” Fiona replied and I could see the sadness in her eyes that she tries so hard to hide. “Sometimes it makes me wonder why it’s so hard to find someone who would make me feel that way. That I am loved,” I admitted. “Most of the time I blamed it because of my bloodline. But then again, there are moments when I can’t help but think that maybe it’s not about the bloodline but because of me. Maybe a person like me does not deserve to be loved.”

“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?”

He asked me in a whisper. " I can't love you the way you deserve to be loved, I am broken, you have tried your best to make us work, we should not fight it, I think we should end our misery let me go Tom you deserve to be happy". I could not be selfish anymore, one minute am cold the next I am hot, it is not healthy, he deserves to be happy too. I know that I love him and care about him so much to understand that I am not good for him.