Is Anyone Worthy Is Anyone Whole Novels & Stories

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.”

Finding worth. It had been worth it. Every struggle. Every sacrifice. Every moment of doubt. All of it worth it for this. Aria spoke at the celebration. "My grandmother taught me that rank does not define worth. That omega, beta, or alpha—we are all valuable. We all matter." She looked at me with love. "She changed the world. And now it is our job to keep changing it." The crowd roared approval. I felt proud. And ready. Ready to rest.

"Are you telling me that you married one of the richest guy in Italy?" I nodded. “Moira, I am Fabe Ava Everette-Hamilton,” I confessed. She knows me by Ava, not the whole me. "Oh, God," she gasps in shock, "You are the billionaire heiress. What's that on the internet? I followed that news, ah! Miss Nobody: The Worthless Projected Wife is Trillion-Dollar Queen by John Dawson." "That's me." "No fucking way! I think I'm going to freak out," Moira shakes her hands.

“I did what I did, Abby, and I’m not proud of them. It made me who I am. I can’t change them anymore. It’s already part of me and a part of my past. I’m more than a manwhore. I’m an asshole too. A bad boy, a playboy, and merciless. I have so many flaws, and I’m certainly far from perfect.” “I’m not ashamed of you, Seb. I just don’t know you. I know you can’t change your past, and I don’t want you to change any of it. I like the way you are. People respected you and like you the way you are. It’s part of being a Seb Hughes, of what people see in you. If you change them, then you are not you anymore. You’re beautiful just the way you are. And you don’t know anything about me, and I can assure

"What was worth betraying Serena?" Desmond looked down at his hands. "Five million dollars," he whispered. I felt bile rise in my throat. "Five million dollars," I repeated. "That's what my privacy was worth to you? That's what your years of working with my father worth to you?" "My wife is sick," Desmond said, tears streaming faster now. "She has cancer. Stage three. The treatments are expensive. Our insurance doesn't cover everything. We were drowning in medical bills on top of my gambling debts. Victoria said Marcus wanted to look for job and some of his documents are in your office. She said if I allow her pick the document that Marcus forgot in your office, she would pay off all my debt

“Because staying here, watching you marry him, standing guard while he claims what should be mine—I can’t do it. I’m not that strong.” “Then fight for me!” I moved toward him. “Stop running! Stop hiding behind your shame and your unworthiness and fight for what the bond says is ours!” “I am fighting for you.” His voice cracked. “By letting you go. By giving you the chance at the life you deserve. A life with someone worthy of you.” “You are worthy—” “I’m not!” He turned, and the anguish on his face stole my breath. “Don’t you understand? I’m not worthy of you! I’ll never be worthy! And pretending otherwise is just prolonging the inevitable!”

"Don't get anyone. Just stay with me for a while. I've been waiting a long time for this." I sat on the edge of his bed. Seeing how worn he looked, how hollow his face had become, I could not hold myself together. The tears kept coming. A warm hand rose and brushed them away. "Don't cry." His thumb lingered at my cheek. "You asked me earlier whether it was worth it. You asked me once before if I regretted saving you. Here is my answer. You're worth it. I've never once regretted it. Losing you would hurt a thousand times more than any bullet."

"They had families who loved them! Children who needed them! What do I have? What's my life worth compared to Thomas's three kids or Jennifer's infant twins?" "Your life is worth everything to me. To your father. To your friends. To the thousands of wolves you've taught who are alive because of you." I pulled her into my arms despite her resistance. "Baby, you're measuring your worth against an impossible standard. No one's life is worth more or less than another's. They're all lives. All valuable. Including yours." "I can't believe that. I can't look at Thomas's children and believe my life matters as much as their father's."

“And my affairs—you have no right to interfere.” “And another thing: even if you throw a steamed bun to a dog, the dog will at least wag its tail in gratitude. Amanda saved your life, and yet you think she’s unworthy? You’re not even worthy to live in this world. If you want to stay alive, first learn to be a human being.” “Whether someone else is worthy or not has absolutely nothing to do with you.” “Let me put it another way: someone like you, if you were stripped of the Schmidt family’s aura—would you still dare be so arrogant? Even surviving would be a problem for you. Before you insult others, remember: you yourself are already a joke.”

, Girl A said while showing the advertisement and form attached with newspaper to Girl B. Girl B sneered and said, “So what do you think you have done something to be worthy of the title of Mrs. Wilson”. Girl A proudly replied, “Of course I’m running my own restaurant and it is famous for its carrot cake. Is it worthy” Girl B rolled her eyes and replied, “Whatever if you think you are worthy then fill this form and submit it. You are worthy or not will she cleared”. Girl A snorted and said, “I will”. In Thomas’s family villa