For Worse Or Better Novels & Stories

“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.”

" But we can strive to be perfect though. " " Um, yeah I remember the Argumentative Essay we were given at school last year, We had to go for or against the notion which stated that Doctors are better than Farmers. " " Oh, that's really a tough one, to be sincere why because none of this two occupations are better than the other as they all have their weaknesses and strength, Take for example the Doctor needs the food cultivated by the farmers to survive while the Farmer needs to consult the doctors when he's sick so you see the two can't do without each other as they are interwoven . "

"Stop it with this childish trick. You're my wife. Even if it's just for show, you'll still be causing me shame if you do this." I gazed at him and said flatly, "Who's your real wife, then? Jenna?" Bradley was both pleased and annoyed when my guess was on the mark. "Hmph! It's best if you keep your lips sealed. Jenna is different from you. She's kind, meek, and pure. Someone like you can never compare to her. If you dare complain to our elders about her or cause her any harm, you'll only end up making yourself a laughing stock during the wedding."

Outnumbered. But okay. Better than okay. Complete.

"𝘐𝘵𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘕𝘪𝘤. 𝘐𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭𝘬𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘱𝘳𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭." "𝘐'𝘮 𝘨𝘭𝘢𝘥. 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘮𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘸?"

And if his weakness was me? Even better.

Something was wrong. More wrong than usual.

I cant keep a straight face even if I try “Does that mean you’re accepting?” “For better, or for worse.” Zen looks like he’ll regret it for my sake. Still he extends a hand in my direction “It’s most likely for worse.”