Novel & Cerita The Unworthy: A Novel

Some girls inherit power. I inherited a warning label. Wolfless. Servant. Spare. I'm the adopted daughter Alpha Sebastian Corwin never wanted, grew up learning exactly what I was worth: nothing. While my "sister" trained to inherit an empire. Sent to Valez High Academy to carry his real daughter's luggage, swallow her insults and not disappear the moment she needs someone convenient to blame. Eighteen years old, and I still can't shift. Still can't summon a single spark of magic. Still nothing but the help wearing a Corwin last name like a costume that never fit. Valez High Academy was supposed to change that. Three years among the elite of the shadow world—vampires, witches, si

the sad part was he was right i had no one because i had pushed them away. " take it you bitch." he says. i was starting to see black dots and my vision became blurry. " oh fuck." "y....baby." "t....it....in." i was slipping in and out of conciousness I could not make out what he was saying, i tried to stay concious but next thing i knew darkness surrounded me. ******************************************** "you took away my worth, my privacy, my energy, my time, my safety, my intimacy, my confidence, my own voice, until now"-Anonymous.

" Elena bites her cheeks to control her tears. She understood what are they saying about her in Spanish. Elena looked at her husband hopefully that he will support her but Sebastian was sipping his wine like it was the most important thing in this world. Adrianna and her friend smirked at Elena and Spoke up," Pitié! Une telle pitié! La fille n’a jamais la capacité de travailler comme servante dans Knight Mansion la fille est. Toutes les filles de la classe inférieure sont comme cette faim d’argent et chienne de chercheur d’or. (Pity! Such a pity! The girl never has the ability to work as maid in Knight Mansion the girl is now Mrs. Knight. All low class girls are like this money hungry and go

The title of the book was, 'My Last Wish'. The book was about a beautiful poor and hardworking girl called Daisy. She was smarter than most in the Country of Envia, despite being a peasant. Her one desire in life was to visit the palace library. Like me, she had been an orphan, but unlike me, she had been adopted by an abusive family. One night, tired of the abuse that her adoptive mother's drunken escapades brought, she fled their cottage. On the road, she ran into the carriage of a nobleman, who took pity on her situation.

All she needs to do is trust her boyfriend. After our conversation I took her to their house. Her place is also quite far away so I didn't let her go home alone. I was on my way home when I thought that what I read in the novel was right and possible to happen. Love needs sacrifices. Just like what Dave Arkiel does for his girlfriend. He has to sacrifice his happiness so that the person he loves is safe because if not Camille's family's life will be disturbed by his parents. Because I know his parents. They are the type of people who when they want something they have to get it. Even if they have hurt someone else.

Their laughter followed me up the stairs, loud enough that I was meant to hear it. I closed the room door behind me and sat on the edge of the bed. Who leaves for a club on their wedding night? The thought settled somewhere it shouldn't have. I wasn't supposed to care. I hadn't wanted this marriage either. But there was a difference between not wanting something and being thrown away like you meant nothing. That night was supposed to be valued. Not tossed around. I don't like him, but that didn't mean he would have done that. He's going to get more of me. My worst side. And I'd repay him for what he did. This is just the beginning.

"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

Her noise couldn’t touch me anymore. Because I knew something she didn’t. I knew her cracks. I knew her fears. And when the time comes, I’ll use them. For Amara. For the child I lost. For everything they took. I wiped my tears and smiled faintly. A small, tired smile, but real. The thing about people like Lucy is…they never look down at the servants. They never notice the hands that clean their mess, or the eyes that see what shouldn’t be seen. And that’s where their downfall always begins.

Rain hammered against the thin windows of Freya Lang’s shitty one-bedroom apartment. It was just past midnight, and the power had flickered out twice already. The whole building smelled like mold and stale takeout. At 25, Freya had hit rock bottom hard. Fired from her waitressing job two weeks ago, credit cards maxed, eviction notice taped to the door, and her family had finally cut her off for good. No money, no future, nothing left except the old leather-bound book she’d stolen from that weird antique store.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.