For Worse Or Better Novels & Stories

He said leaning back. “Yeah!” I mumbled. “You are really not trying right?” he asked in a serious tone. “What?” I asked him frowning. “You are not trying to make the best of this marriage right?” he asked again. “It’s nothing like that. We are good.” I replied. “Good? Good is not a good thing in a marriage, friend. Even when it is best it has some dangerous situation so good is not at all good.” He said, and I frowned understanding his words.

My fingers twitched, and the vocabulary list slipped through them. As I stared at the blurry words, my lips moved ever so slightly. "Aberration… which means a departure from what is normal… Ameliorate… which means to improve a bad situation…" I kept at it, going through all the words on the list, wondering to myself, "Are you hearing this, Mom?"

“Better?” I nodded, chewing slowly. “Better.”

Something deeper. Something dangerous.

"Damn, I'm sorry." "Well on the other hand there wasn't only the bad side. He knew me like no else and was literally the only who could get me out of my darkest times. I can't deny that he made me happy and sometimes I'm scared that I'll never meet someone who understands me like he did." There's a moment of silence before Jade asks, "What if he changed, are you gonna get back with him?" I shrug. "I haven't thought about that yet." "Just go with the flow, you shouldn't pressure yourself. You never know you might find someone you like around here."

The two men got into a nasty fight over it, and in the end, Gary gave Eli 20 thousand dollars for the boy. With a criminal record, no educational background, and no useful skills, Eli couldn't find a single company willing to hire him. He drowned himself in alcohol every day. One night, drunk out of his mind, he got into an argument and severely injured someone. Andrew, who now had a second son, refused to pay compensation. So, Eli went back into prison. … I stood waiting at the school gate. Hazel came running into my arms, her smile bright. "Mom, I want to eat your caramelized pork ribs for dinner tonight!"

He ran to class without paying any attention to anyone. After arriving in class, he found his bag and books scattered on the floor. Shoe stamps everywhere. Not only that, the seats and tables are also full of markers, including; POOR CHILDREN ARE BETTER TO DIE, UGLY AND POOR IS BANNED ALIVE, and IDIOT.

“They were meant to correct.” Aria stepped forward again, closing the distance between them by one careful step, the field adjusting effortlessly around her. “That’s why they failed,” she said. His gaze snapped back to her. “Correction assumes something is wrong,” she continued. “Change allows something to become better.” That word again. Better. Not perfect. Not controlled. Better. The Alpha’s expression tightened almost imperceptibly, as though something in that concept resisted him, not because it was false, but because it required him to accept something he had never allowed himself to consider.

“Maybe… He needs space to think after what I told him,” Isabella leaned forward, voice gentler now but firm. “Liv, you can do better.” The alcohol softened the sting of their words, but not entirely. Olivia smiled — calm, composed, and slightly flushed. “He’s not that bad. He’s just… bad at priorities. And communication. And timing.” Tessa stared at her. “You hear yourself, right?” she asked. Olivia let out a small laugh. “We had a fight. It’s fine. We’ll fix it.”

Guilt settles over my chest as she takes the phone from me. “About your device, I’m so sorry. I’ll get you a new one.” “No, no,” she shook her head. “You don’t have to worry about that, Mrs Demir, the damage wasn’t that severe, I’ll have it fix in no time.” “No, you lend it to me in good condition, it’s only right I return it in good condition. Write out the details of the cellphone for me, I’ll get you a new one.” She beams. “Thank you so much, Ma’am.”