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he uttered, still looking at me. “But…” He shook his head, “That you don’t deserve it?” My lips parted when I heard him say what I was exactly thinking—I didn’t deserve all these grand gestures for him… I mean, he could do better than me. Because seriously… I would probably just screw up his ‘good boy image. “Fuck whoever made you feel like you don’t deserve anything in this world,” he uttered, still maintaining a safe space between the both of us. “If I know someone who deserves more than what she should have, that’s you, Kath.”

He deserved to live without her. He deserved someone like Serena Someone that was perfect for him. Someone that loved him. He was sick and tired of people telling him that he didn' t deserve anything. He didn' t believe them and he never will. It doesn't matter who you are. You can't judge other's actions. If someone is evil, then I' ll hate them too, but that doesn't mean that I'll let my own personal opinions affect me or the lives of those around me.

"Take the tickets please. When I told you that you deserve nice things I meant that. You are the furthest thing from a bad person." ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺ ✺

“Dylan Shea, why are you throwing a tantrum for this time? I just scolded you a bit earlier today, but it was your fault to begin with!” I glanced at her. “I’m not in the habit of accepting other people’s leftovers.” Nia was a smart woman, so she knew what I meant. Even so, she huffed indignantly, “Who said this was a leftover? The packaging’s just a little damaged. You’re such a pain!” The next second, though, her phone rang with a text notification, and she could not suppress her smile. Even her tone was much gentler. “You’re always overthinking. Fine, I’ll get you another gift later. Happy now?”

Knowing I loved an independent designer, he mobilized all his connections and got a rare autographed sketch for me. When I was stressed, he would drag me to the beach, listen to my vent, and crack jokes to cheer me up. He was great, but I was divorced and older by three years. I felt unworthy of his affection. Besides, it could be a fleeting crush, so I only saw him as a little brother. When he confessed to me the seventh time, I said, "I'm not worth it. You deserve someone better." He looked at me and spoke seriously. "I love you. You had me at hello. Age and your past don't matter. I'll wait until you're ready."

Those who discovered her said her body had already begun to decay, and the basement reeked of rot. The screen went dark. I stood there with a heavy heart. NODE sighed again. "In the end, Maxwell's love for you reached 100%. If you had died during the first blood draw, his love would have reached 100% then as well." People only learned how to cherish something after they lost it. "This was your first world," NODE continued. "I hope you learned from it. When I inhabited your body, his affection value surged again from its lowest point. Do you understand now, Cass?"

As I drove home, my phone buzzed with a text from Nathaniel: "Remember, patience is key. Small steps. Don't rush. We have time." I smiled and texted back: "Understood. Thank you for today. It's nice to have someone who understands. We're in this together now. We'll get what we deserve." I set my phone down and took a deep breath. Yes. We would get what we deserved. And what I deserved is Alex Thompson. No matter what it took.

“You did not ask if you were a good Alpha. You asked if you deserved to be one.” The distinction hit harder than any blow I had taken that day. “Deserving,” Allen said, “is not about being perfect. It is about choosing the pack over your own comfort. Over your pride. Over your past.” He met my eyes, unwavering. “And you do that. Every single day, Alpha Jaron.” Something in my chest eased, just a fraction, but enough that I noticed. I nodded once. “Thank you, Allen.” Allen smirked faintly. “Do not get sentimental, Alpha Jaron. It does not suit you.”

"Seems like someone has taken a page out of a good samaritan's book—doing good deeds without leaving a name." Elara was even more confused. Who was he talking about? Desmond got into the car and, through the window, told her, "If you ever need help, don't hesitate to ask me." … Harvey stepped out of the car, pulling out his phone to check the video Niamh had sent in the group chat. He tapped on the first video and saw Merida effortlessly lift Beau off the ground. A layer of cold frost spread across his handsome features in an instant, and even his dark eyes seemed to be coated in ice.

"Now, someone strip that dress off this witch, and let's get on with our wedding." "Smack!" Christina's slap cut Jane off mid-sentence. We locked eyes, and I hit the projector button. The moment the video started, Jane's face turned to stone. … "Seriously, if he wasn't rolling in his family's cash, who would even bother with Mr. Stick-in-the-Mud?" "Seth, Max was only trying to help you try out this marriage, and this is how you repay him? You're being ungrateful! No wonder your mom died so early! It's your karma!"