He Is Worthy Of It All Mga Nobela at Kwento

"What about it?" "I want to forgive it." He said it simply. No political maneuvering, no calculated reveal. Just the words. "Everything I've received by being part of your family—being Uncle Cas, knowing Grace, being trusted by Emma, having people worth fighting for—it's worth more than any debt. More than any favor I could collect." "Cas—"

Asty gently closed her eyes. "You are human because you're broken." "Am I worthy of this moment?" he softly asked her, closing his eyes as well, while her palms were still on his face. "I am not feeling like I deserve it." Asty chuckled. "You are worthy of everything, just like everyone else, Chaol."

“I mean it.” His words dumbfounded me. All I could manage was a hoarse whisper. “ I...You don't have anything to prove to me.” His eyes clouded over briefly before restoring their glimmer. “To be an alpha means to be strong and brave, but to be a mate means to be understanding and worthy. I will spend the rest of my life proving to you that I am worthy.” I gave a small smile. “Your mother?” He nodded. “She’s a wise woman.” I let him lace his fingers through mine. “Now, let’s get you home.”

“You said it yourself—we are faster and stronger than normal people.” Patrick half-shrugged. “I guess you’re going to have to trust me.” Levi mentally rolled his eyes. As if.

They must prove that they are worthy of the power they seek, that they will use it not for personal gain, but for the greater good. I looked at Saea, my eyes a dark, turbulent sea of fear and confusion. "I don't know if I can do this," I admitted, my voice a low, rough whisper that was laced with a vulnerability that was both terrifying and profoundly, unshakably true. "I don't know if I'm worthy." She reached out, her hand a warm, comforting presence on my arm. "You are," she said, her voice a low, firm statement, a final, unbreakable decision. "You are worthy, Hypatos. You have always been worthy."

“That doesn’t mean I need to be coddled.” He stilled, his jaw tightening ever so slightly. He took a slow deep breath. “Perhaps. No one needs to be coddled, that doesn't mean you're not worthy of being cared for." "This is coddling." He smirked. "You're worthy of that, too." Was I? I set my jaw, stomping down that traitorous thought.

He has taken away my pride and I am glad he did. Maybe I should count that as a compensation. He deserves it. I have makes him sad all years. I should give him my innocence. Now we are done. I should welcome Theodore Ductal into my life. He is more worthy. More capable and much more suitable.

“And I won’t pretend I’m not still sorting through everything I thought I knew. I just… I don’t want to lie to you. I don’t want to hurt you.” “You’re not hurting me,” he says gently. “You’re being honest. That’s more than I expected, and more than I deserve.” “You deserve a lot,” I tell him. “Because you are who you are, Atlas. The next Alpha in line, someone who was born to have the world bent to his will, because you are a good person. You deserve more than I can give you right now. But I’m trying.” He nods, his fingers brushing mine where our hands rest between us, not quite holding, but close. It feels like the start of something, not the end.

He stopped before Lira, his head bowed. "You have everything Ronan saw in me," Lira said. "Not power. Not destiny. Heart. You know what it means to be broken. You know what it means to be healed. You know that the light is not yours to keep. Will you carry it forward? Will you tend the garden when I am gone?" Ash's voice was thick. "I am not worthy." "None of us are. That's the point. Worthiness isn't something you have. It's something you grow into." Lira pressed the bundle into his paws. "Take it. Pass it on. That's all I ask."