For Worse Or Better Novels & Stories

Married. For better or worse. And right now, it was definitely worse. But we'd survive. We always did.

"Right. Look! He's cut your favorite cheese for you. He's so in love with you." "Yeah. He loves no one but you." People always emphasized what they lacked. Evan, at 17, knew that actions spoke louder than words. But he seemed to have forgotten this at 27. Wearing a self-deprecating smile, I glanced at Hannah beside him. She sported a head of glorious red hair, perfectly matching her passionate, open, and fiery nature—the very qualities that had taken Evan by storm. Female werewolves seemed to have great bodies, but Hannah had the best body among all of Evan's werewolf girlfriends. My human body certainly wasn't attractive enough for Evan.

Damien also looked at me, his gaze darkening for a moment. “A friend.” I put my phone face down and picked up the box of marzipan he had specially brought back for me. I unwrapped one and placed it in my mouth. I used to love this flavor the most. Now, it only tasted sickeningly sweet and bitter at the same time, just like this marriage. Covered in sugar on the outside, while rotten underneath. Damien looked at me as if waiting for a reaction. “Is it good? If you like it, I’ll buy more next time.”

It was… surrender. And that? That was somehow worse.

Tanner says and I roll my eyes. " One quick piece of advice, Rox. You deserve better. Steve doesn't deserve you. He can't just walk out of your life any time he likes and then come back and say sorry. Nobody does that. That relationship is not healthy. You should find someone better, maybe get to know your one nightstand. What's his name again, Len? Hen?" Tanner says. I chuckle at his choice of name. " It's Ren, dickwad." " Whatever the fuck it is." Tanner says as he comes out of the kitchen, eating my leftover pancakes.

𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙨𝙚 𝙬𝙝𝙖𝙩’𝙨 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙨𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙖𝙣 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙖𝙣𝙩 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙩𝙝𝙞𝙣𝙜, 𝙗𝙚𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙨 𝙠𝙣𝙤𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙣 𝙣𝙚𝙫𝙚𝙧 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙞𝙩?

It was better than the alternative of not finishing. ***

Else. Something. Darker.

Worse? It was working.

There is nothing worse than old people who are set in their old ways. The man I was dealing with liked the good old times and wanted to do things the good old way. I hated when people did that. Maybe the good old times were perfect, though I doubt it, but we're not in the past. We're right here, right now. Learn from the past and move on, the world is constantly changing. Make the best out of what you have. Sure, there are things that are worse right now compared to decades ago, but instead of dwelling on them, focus on the better things, the ones that have improved. There are many. 2