One Good Turn Deserves Another Novels & Stories

I choose to be fair and not to be good. You’re wrong when you told me that I deserve the world, because you’re the one who deserves that. Now, I understand why God works in such a mysterious way. Plenty of times I asked him why am I the one who’s suffering when bad people don’t, only for me to realize that I’m also the bad man. Now I know that not all good people can be shown with a bright smile or greets you with flowery words. Sometimes, they are just sitting on a dirty couch wearing a black suit and tie, glaring with his intimidating eyes.

Wanted to flip the table, to demand answers, to force her to admit that this was all a lie, a game, a manipulation. But I didn’t. Because I wasn’t going to give her the satisfaction. Instead, I leaned back in my chair, my posture relaxed, my smile easy. "That’s great, Celia," I said, my voice sincere, my gaze never leaving hers. "Really. You deserve someone like that." Her smile wavered again, her fingers tightening around her napkin. "I do," she agreed, her voice just a little too bright. "And he deserves someone who can stand by his side. Someone who understands his duties. His responsibilities."

We were not very close, but I knew he wouldn’t treat me the way Justin did. “We’ve been together for three years, and in your eyes, I’m just a shameless woman who steals rings?” I asked, my voice shaking. “Why don’t you trust me? Why do you only listen to her?” Justin studied my expression closely as if trying to uncover the truth. “Alice is different from you. She’s from a prestigious family, the daughter of a wealthy family. You’re from an ordinary background—” What a laughable worldview. “So, are rich people always good and poor people always bad? How ridiculous! You’re a joke! Everything about you!” I exploded.

Rowena asked. Amelia nodded, her lips curled in clear displeasure. A thin smile spread across Rowena’s face—one that sent a chill down my spine. “Then let her,” she said lightly. “Give her a handful of beef to satisfy her throat. It’s the least luxury we can offer her.” She pulled a pair of scissors from the drawer, snipped open the vacuum-sealed package, and without hesitation dumped a portion of the meat—no more than a fifth—onto the floor, her expression full of disdain.

I wanted to refuse, but the words caught in my throat. Only after their footsteps faded upstairs did Naomi saunter over. A triumphant smile played on her lips as she mocked, "Well? Even after three years away and all the mistakes I've made, they still love me the same." She leaned closer, a cruel smile twisting her lips. "But you'll always be the pathetic one nobody wants, Pat." I stepped back and said calmly, "I never wanted to fight you for anything. If it's their love you want, it's yours."

“But just know… you did the right thing. You deserve better.” He turned to look at me, confusion filling his eyes. “How do I know I deserve better?” he asked. “I’ve been such a jerk to you for so long. I’ve treated you terribly… so why do I deserve better?” I shook my head gently. “That doesn’t mean you deserve to suffer with the wrong person.” “The wrong person, huh?” he repeated thoughtfully. “Yeah.” He stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before speaking again. “So… where’s the right one?”

I was born with almost no sense that I deserved anything. The day I was born, I didn't think I deserved to actually be born in the delivery room, so I held onto my mother's umbilical cord for three days. It wasn't until she slipped away to the bathroom that I finally let go in relief, and dropped straight into the toilet. When I got kidnapped, I didn't think I deserved a seat in the trafficker's six-seat van. So, I wrapped myself around his leg and refused to get in. Then a sanitation worker rolled by pushing a garbage cart, and my eyes lit right up. I jumped on without a second thought. After that, the trafficker sold me eight separate times. Every single time, I handed the money ri

“Thank you. I know I don’t deserve –” “That’s enough!” I cut in firmly. “I don’t want to hear anymore talk about what you deserve and what you don’t deserve. Morgan, despite what you did to me in the past, you’ve been a very good friend to me these past few weeks and that is all that matters. Besides, Tristan saved my life, I should give anything to make sure he’s safe and healthy.”

Today what has got into Amy’s head that she is behaving like this? Even Valerie was confused, and thought, why Amy is saying this? Everybody held their heads at their places, but before anybody could say anything, Stefan answered rudely as the boss of the company. “That’s not possible. I am sorry, mom but only the deserving candidate will get the job, I will not consider any favor in the company.” “Yes, aunt Amy, we can’t favor anyone, and do any injustice to others.” Jack immediately added and boosted Stefan’s words, and to not let Valerie have any doubts.

Yes I could hire more people but money is the answer. Mark was willing to help me with everything but I didn't want to do that. He was just my friend, that just gives me good ass tips. I'm not a golddigger am I? I ask myself sometimes when he gives me the huge amount of money for my tip. Kylie thinks he's doing it to get in my pants. Hailey the new girl that had hired a few months back says that if a man is willing to give a girl like me money, just take it with no back talk. That I deserve it, especially how I look.