Romans & histoires He Is Worthy Of It All

" I want to be with you." "I'm sorry. I can't have you. We have no future", he said. "Why?" I asked. He didn't answer. "Ain't I deserve you? Ain't I worthy to be Luna of your pack?" I asked. "You are gorgeous, smart, strong, and brave. You can make the best Luna that any pack can ever get. I don't deserve you", he said. "Why?" I asked looking into his eyes.

And she was grateful for his love, his understanding, his unwavering support. “I ain’t leaving.” He answered her with a serious tone in his voice. “I will stay as long as you want me to.” “But–” She paused and looked at him, “I… I am not worthy of it.” “You are.” He insisted. “You are worthy of something more than just this stupid thing that Heath is giving you” She blushed intensely as she felt her face burning, but even with her face burning red, she felt more ashamed than she had ever been. “You think so highly of me.” She murmured, her voice barely audible. She felt a surge of both embarrassment and gratitude.

She was about to walk away when his voice stopped her. 'You are right. I am not worthy!' he said. 'I have never been worthy of you right from the start. But I promise you Iris, I shall make myself worthy', he vowed. 'Worthy of you, worthy of your love. You shall see it and love me again!' And he walked purposefully away while she stared after him, her feelings, conflicting and chaotic.

He asks for nothing. "I was afraid," he says softly, eyes lifting to mine. "Not of you. Of what loving you would reveal in me. I thought strength meant never bending, never feeling. But I was wrong. My pride cost me everything I ever wanted." His voice cracks. "I see you now. All of you. And I’d burn a thousand times over to be worthy again."

No words are there for me to speak to praise the goodness of his beauty for he is an Adonis inclined by the God of beauty. His mother's womb fully deserves a grace because she gave birth to him suffering so much pain. The Almighty has no form for he resides in people with a soul as virtuous as him. Not that he is billionaire and mints money in millions per day but he has the heart to give it away. He is Allesandro Martin, the man I love like an invocation more than a prayer in the Holy Writ.

"It had better be worth it." It was worth it.

I was ready to admit that I didn't want to lose this, I wasn't sure I could stand sitting across from him for the remainder of senior year without having taken a risk like this. "Do you really want to be with me?" His defeated voice perplexed me, as if he saw himself as unworthy, as if I hadn't meant a single word that managed to expose my vulnerabilities when it came to him. "More than anything."

“Julia… I don’t know how to belong in your world. I feel like—like I’m the scandal that won’t wash off. The headline everyone uses to hurt you.” Her breath hitched. He’d never said it out loud before—all the shame he carried like a weight strapped to his lungs. “That’s not who you are,” she murmured. “Then what am I?” He swallowed hard. “I’m trying so damn hard to be worthy of you. And every time I get close, someone reminds me that you deserve better.” “Better?” Her voice shook with disbelief. “I don’t want better. I want you. The man who ran into a burning building. The man who carried Arthur to safety last night. The man who—”

"Emma, when I saw you, I thought I discovered an Angel of Paradise." He takes my hand, and before I can pull away, his fingers curl about mine. "Mine. You're mine now, or you soon will be." “I don’t want to -” I bite my lower lips. "Why shouldn't you give yourself a chance? Look around you." He says. He bends down, leveling his eyes on mine. My shoulder skin where he grabs feels pricked. “I am a man in possession of almost everything, everything you want and everything you can imagine. For what reason? Simply because I was born into it. And yes, I have done all that I can to ensure I am worthy of the position.”

"You shouldn't. I am not worthy enough for you." "That is not for you to decide," I asserted firmly, face. "I get to choose who is worthy of me and who is not, and I consider you worth the entire world. For me, you are worth it all, whether it's my life or something else." He fell silent so I pulled away ever so slightly to look at him.