He Is Worthy Of It All นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I shall stand by my words. "I do. Desperately. You are not worthy. You do not deserve me." My truth spills out of me. I had thought this a lot. Perhaps it wasn't I who was unworthy but him? Yet our bond grew stronger with day and he showed me of our worthiness as one.

“For trusting me with something so precious.” She met his gaze. Candlelight reflected there—steady, sincere. “You earned it,” she said. He hesitated, then reached out, brushing his thumb gently along her knuckles. “I want to be worthy of it. Of you. Of them.” “You already are,” May replied quietly. “Not because you’re perfect. But because you stay.” Something in Damien’s chest loosened—something old. He leaned in, pressing a soft, reverent kiss to her forehead. Not a promise.

He leaned over her and started getting intimate. When she yielded to him, he smiled. “Also, you love me. That means I’m already worthy, right?” “Hmm…” Well, she can’t exactly argue. “Then, you should keep yourself worthy.”

And I can see the way he really feels about us. “At the very top of the reasons I don’t deserve you, is because you are a warrior. The top warrior. The future General of the King. You’ve worked hard, you’ve earned that position, your birthright, while also being my guardian for the past 16 years. While I’ve done what? Sat and waited for a guy? Don’t ever do that. I refuse to let you do that, feel like you aren’t enough, like you aren’t worthy of… everything, beause you are a warrior. That is what makes you special, and strong. Not unworthy.”

He asked and I stared at him. “You don’t deserve me even though you are the best person I have ever met. You are a great family guy and you have values and everything. But I can’t do this and that too because of already many disappointments in the bag to even bear a small one.” I replied and felt his hands leaving my face. “Good bye!” I mumbled and started walking towards the stairs. “Just give us a small chance.” I heard his whisper which I ignored completely reaching my room and locked the door.

"That's news." He then turned and looked at me, with a pitiful expression. "Don't worry, don't cry. You'll do fine." He sipped from his tea. "You don't need him, you can get over him." He then stole a glance at Adrian and click his tongue. "He isn't worthy of you." I raised my head at him. "Are you sure?" I whimpered. "Yes." He replied. "I'm sure you'll meet the right person who's worthy of you."

He pressed his lips to my palm again his blue and brown eyes peered over my palm. “You are an Alpha. I am no one, a discarded orphan,” he said, his voice grim. “Even my brothers, who I love, I did not choose. But you.” He paused. “You are the only thing I’ve chosen, the only thing I’ve wanted for myself since my freedom.” I swallowed. “I am unworthy,” he said. Sincerity rang through his voice, and it cleaved me in half. It hurt me to hear he did not feel worthy. “But I trust you. And the fact that you think I’m good enough gives me all the validation I need.”

I don't deserve it but I will show that I can be worthy of you. "You are beyond worthy of me, I want to be worthy of you. Let's go clean up then let's go get our son, he's going to be so happy to have you in his life."

“Uncle? Is something wrong?” “Valery…” Valery frowned. “Yes?” The King became uncharacteristically hesitant again. “You are one of the nominees.”

Oh, yes. It’s everything he deserves.