Unworthy Synonym Novels & Stories

Since I deserve it all, I get my way. I deserve to experience a heavy burden on my heart because of my guilt. I deserved to be despised by my parents for what I did. I'm entitled to feel unworthy. There are over a million words in the language, but they still aren't enough to express how sorry I am to you. You are much stronger than I ever was. Every day, minute, and second that passes, I am reminded of what I did. I feel absolutely repulsed by myself for ever having descended to such a level of weakness and being incapable of controlling my wolf.

Her words were overwhelming me even when I felt ashamed because I never heard someone defining me this boldly. I could never recall my mother saying such words to me, she always compared me with my dad who I never met in person, so that wasn’t a compliment for me, I could never be like a person who left abandoned his child before she could step into the world. “D—Do you really think I look like… an…an angel?” A glory gasp followed my words. Mattia put her hands on my shoulder and pushed me to sit on the unmade bed. “Not only I think but someone else does too,” My eyes couldn’t stay intact in my sockets, my ears all up to hear the next, I raised my eyebrows, asking for an explanation. “There’

“That’s enough Val, you being ungrateful I replied “Ungrateful? You are being proud! That’s the right way to express this situation I rolled my tongue angrily, did she just call me prou “I have never been in a condition where I had to defend my woman, I have never given a damn what the bitch is going through and here we are, you should be grateful to have me as your man, we both know on a regular basis,I did never settle for someone like you I went too far, too far that those words made me feel so bad about myself Her eyes opened wide, I wish I could take my words back but I heard the voices again in my head torturing me, telling me how to handle this situation like my father would have don

he muttered, his heart clenching. "It is not that... I am worried. This was unexpected. I have never been worthy of anything, and suddenly, you come along, and you are this great guy, and I am just torn and confused. On the one hand, I am super happy that my prayers were finally heard, and on the other hand, I feel so unworthy of love that I don't know how to react." I said in one go, trying to comfort him with the idea that it was not him who disappointed me rather than me being unworthy of a mate. "I understand, but why do you feel unworthy of being loved?" he squinted, his eyebrows confused,

I lift my arm to shield myself but it was of no use. A sharp pain hits my head… a pebble. Something sticky falls on my chest…rotten egg. No one did anything. Everyone watched as I was reduced to mere filth. And actually I felt like that. Dirty. Undeserving. Indeed… something so ugly like me deserves to die…. And these people will be doing me a favour.

The evilest of men to walk the surface of the earth. A man whom the devil himself would like to take some lessons from. If you must dine with the devil, then you must use a long spoon they say, but even with a long spoon, it is impossible to dine with Jason Stanford and escape unscathed. He is a true definition of a monster, covered with flesh, truly a wolf in sheep's clothing. I sigh as I get up the bed and pick up my backpack. I might as well get going, there's no use thinking about the man, who upended my family and ruined life as I knew it.

You're not worthy to be with my brother. Lucas' mother, holding a knife over my chest. *"You're an inferior creature. You don't deserve to be with a Lycan king.’’ Matthew's room. His proposition. *"You're just an omega. Be grateful I'm offering you anything."* And now Lucas. My mate. The one who promised to be different. Standing there, his eyes cold. *"You’re nothing. Just a worthless omega."* I’ve been called that word a thousand times. By strangers, by enemies, by those who never cared to know me. But never by him. Never with so much hatred.

“What I really want to know is why you were all over a worthless maid like her?” My stomach dropped. Worthless. The word hit. “If you’re that desperate,” the voice went on, dripping with disgust, “why not call one of those fine she-wolves from the Northern Pack? Or your fuck mate—she at least doesn’t reek. Not like this… filthy omega.” I flinched hard, my hands balling into fists at my sides. I wanted to look up, to scream that he didn’t know me, that I wasn’t what he thought. But I didn’t. I stayed bowed, the insults sinking in.

He was miserable and grieving the loss of his mate. I was left under the care of Toivo. That man was made from conditions, expectations and requirements. If you could not justify your reason for attention, you did not qualify for it. But I had Svenn and Tappen, Aegir and the whole village. By her own words, my mate admitted that she had a whore that was kind to her. A grandmother who openly admitted that she did not want the girl. And a family that abused her. Then she had me. I had done everything in my power to push her away. I fought the bond. I am no better than the others in her life. No, I am worse.

And now, as Damon took a closer look at the five dead men, each man had letters branded on his forehead, R, I, MA, T, and UM. "Rape, Incest, Mate Abuse, Treachery, and Undeserved Murder." Holy shit. Damon was suddenly happy to be alive and unmarked; Karistus was BADASS. Of the thirteen wolves that had accompanied him on his run, five wolves were now dead, seven remained unconscious, but living and one had ascended to something different entirely. "Where is she heading now?" Knox looked off into the distance, noticing the weather changing as judgment roamed the earth once more.