Is Anyone Worthy Is Anyone Whole Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I actually need help like an assistant in this house.” “I need help with the cleaning and the cooking.” “And I’ve noticed that you cook so well cos I perceive the aroma most times.” She said. “Yea of course!” Natasha blushed. “So I’ll pay you $50 every month!” Mercy concluded. “Oh my God!” “Are you for real?” Natasha asked, so shocked. “Yea…” mercy nodded in approval. “Oh ma thank you so much!” “I’m so grateful!”

"You will never be worth it. That's why we remind you constantly of your pathetic-" "-can you even hear yourself? Who are you to deem my worthiness? No. Rather, shame on you to judge me because of my weakness and pick on me. Because this is all you will ever be. Shameless, stupid, picking on the weak ones in the pack. What a great thing it is for people to lean on idiots like you someday, hoping for half the fair judgment your parents possess."

When will you stop this madness? "I'm already overwhelmed with managing the company and taking care of Celeste. Why do you have to come back and make things harder for me?" I watched expressionlessly and felt nothing but a hollow amusement. Meanwhile, Ashton feigned helplessness and casually placed an arm around Beverly's shoulder. He said, "Ms. Mitchell, don't be upset. Even though the footage shows it was a woman, Mr. Lane deserves a chance to explain himself." Then, he turned to me and added with mock patience, "Mr. Lane, how could you give your credit card to a woman you barely know? Those transaction alerts all went straight to Ms. Mitchell. It put me in such an awkward position…"

My assistant hesitated and added, "It's Luke Graham. He said he's here to follow up on a promise you made." Curious, I went to the meeting room. Luke sat on the sofa holding a heart-shaped lock. The moment I saw it, I recognized it as the one we had placed on the Wishing Bridge three years ago. Under the golden hues of the setting sun, Luke smiled and said, "Anna, back then, we promised that this lock would grant each of us a wish in the future. Now, I've thought of my wish."

“You are not useless to me. You are my mate.” “Mating with me won’t gain you anything,” she almost snapped. “An Alpha deserves an omega wolf. If this pack becomes yours, you’ll need a Luna, an omega wolf and I am neither of those things. It’s not just about being a beta, I can’t. My pup…” her voice cracked at the mention of her son. “It was—it was a miracle. I didn’t think I’d conceive, didn’t think it was possible because—there are things. From my past, things that have been damaged. I can’t, not anymore. Your father will want an heir and I can’t give that. I’ll never be able to give you that or be a good Luna. I am worthless.”

The next day, a colleague handed me two movie tickets. I was told that a new movie was released recently and that it was worth watching. “You and Camelia should go. It’s a sweet romance, perfect for you two!” The colleague winked at me, then turned back to their work. I thanked them and hesitated for a moment before deciding to call Camelia. The phone rang for a long time before the call was connected. “Waylon, what’s the matter?” Camelia’s gentle voice came through.

This news shouldn't hurt. I broke down as I realized that I was lying to myself. I couldn't be comforted. This shouldn't hurt, but it did. I refreshed the page, then refreshed it again as if the truth might disappear if I tried hard enough. It didn't. The comments only made it worse. “They look perfect together.” “Finally, a woman worthy of him.” “She suits an alpha.” I dropped the phone onto the passenger seat and stared ahead through the windshield. My vision blurred as my mind spiralled with thoughts.

Gently, placed a hand on Shaw's shoulder, then reached across and did the same to Kane. The big man just watched me with an unreadable expression without flinching, and I switched my gaze between them, making it personal. "I can do much more than that," My voice came out low. "But first, I need to be sure I can trust you both." I let my eyes drift downwards for a moment. "And well... That point when you truly think you're worthless..." I looked back up, pinning them with my stare. "...that is the moment you become completely worthless. So you determine your own worth."

All my life, I have been good and I have never wronged anyone. Why? Why am I discarded like I am worth nothing?

Another pause. “You do not need flawless confidence before deserving affection.” Another pause. “You do not need extraordinary achievements before deserving care.” Another softer pause. “And you are allowed to be loved as a work in progress instead of a finished product.” Stillness deepened across the system. Because suddenly— the aware patterns understood something they once resisted deeply: they were already worthy. And maybe— real healing begins when the soul finally realizes: you were never meant to spend your entire life becoming someone deserving of love.