Romans & histoires He Is Worthy Of It All

"Why? Why give us this after testing us?" "Because you earned it. You proved you understood. You chose others over yourselves. Chose love over comfort. Chose right over easy. That's what makes you worthy." He started to fade. "Wait. What if we'd failed?" "Then you wouldn't have deserved relief. Would have gotten exactly what you chose—restoration at everyone else's cost. And you would have had to live with that forever." "So this whole thing—"

Especially that the one asking is the supreme one who knows everything more than he does and worst even towards himself. “Am I that of a worthy person to be offered with such high prestige gift from you?” He asks and immediately. Amuses HIM in return and even strengthen the fact that he is the perfect one to be included into the line up of his puns. “Not all worthy person is pure as a white cloth. Each one that is chosen had their fair share of darkness and sin that tainted their white garment. But it doesn’t mean that they couldn’t take it away and wash it clean.”

I asked Syra, my voice quivering as I thought of Gabe’s frustration. She smiled kindly at my query, her eyes twinkling with wisdom she had gathered throughout her millennia-long existence. “Worthiness is not something imposed by others, child. It is something you must discover within yourself. To prove yourself worthy is to embrace your strengths and learn to deal with your own shortcomings. It is to own your faults and use them as stepping stones to grow. In the case of weidling the sacred sword, it’s about respecting the power it holds, understanding the sacrifices made by those who wielded it before you, and having the courage to take on a destiny that you never asked for.”

“It has a name, you know. You’ve been calling it the hammer all day.” Oh, I forgot it had a name. We glanced back at the jock. After taking a deep breath, he grasped its handle. Our eyes widened as Mjolnir was slowly raised in the air. “I did it, I did it!” He held the hammer above him. “I am worthy!” “What are you doing?”

"That won't be the answer" "Then what is it? I didn't raise you to be a coward who settles for less. Get your ass out of there before I come drag you out myself! He needs to realize your worth and sorry for what am about to say but you're too good for him, he doesn't deserve you no matter how stinking rich he is"

He returned to degrading my worth as an Alpha again and my anger resurfaced that very second. “And I'm not worthy of the throne right now despite all the work I’ve put in?” I asked as my anger reached its peak, but I tried my very best to remain respectful with my tone of choice. “Truthfully?” He rose a brow like I didn't know the answer to that. “No, you're not good enough to fully take on the role of an Alpha yet. The only way you can prove yourself worthy of being one is to let go of ridiculous ideologies such as love and whatnot” He’d basically spat in my face with how he’d responded this time around.

My mother struck Luke hard across the face and exclaimed, "Anna gave so much for you! I couldn't understand why she suddenly changed grooms, even worrying that the new one wouldn't treat her well. Now, I see it was you all along…" She then clutched her chest in anguish. Ethan quickly steadied her, and I stepped forward as well. Watching Luke become the target of everyone's disdain, I could not help but smile. It seemed most people in the world were still rational. Only Luke thought his self-serving actions were noble and moving. In truth, he just wanted to satisfy his own desires. Still unwilling to admit defeat, Luke pointed at Ethan and said, "So what? It's a fact that Ethan seduced my wi

he whispers as I tear my eyes away from him and keep my head down as shame rolls off me “Alexander... Do you still think I am a Worthy Mate...?"

“His mom died catching a bullet for him when Everest found the safe house where I’ve put him in while dealing with them. Until now, he’s on shaky ground. He’s lost, and I am all that he has, Viviana.” “You’re not being fair….” I sobbed, victory already slipping off of my grasp. “I know, Muñeca,” he murmured ruefully. “I know how fucking unfair this is for you… for me. All my life, I’ve worked hard for what I had. Even if I had everything handed down to me, I made sure I was worthy of it all, but you… You are the one thing in this world that I will never be worthy of.” “No…”

Then she let the images fade, and turned to me. "I share this with you," she said, "because I want you to understand what you are inheriting. What he has built. What it has cost him." A small pause. "And because I want everyone in this room to know that we all hope — deeply — for you to be worthy of it." The applause was thunderous. I kept my expression completely still. Worthy of it. Same blade, different angle. I reached for my glass and found it empty. A server appeared to refill it. As he leaned across me, something slipped from his jacket pocket and landed face-up in my lap.