Unworthy Synonym Novels & Stories

I smiled at his request. "Say for instance, your Alpha is trying to do something bad, would you support him?" I watched him for a while. He was thinking of the right reply. "No." "That's the kind of Beta I am. The kind that doesn't stand for any stupid believes." "Alpha Zain is a young man, he should know that bringing unity between the six packs is almost impossible." "Ok." Cain answer, "But that doesn't mean we should support him " I made sure to quickly add that.

She rolled her eyes, “It’s a term we don’t really use because like I said before, you can come from the most powerful witches of the decade and still be a librarian, Mother Nature chooses not your blood line, nature always finds a balance. It’s when someone has one non magic parent, some of the powerful witches with powerful bloodlines look down on those who only have one magical parent. It’s stupid.” I felt like a knife was jabbed into my heart again, Sebastian really did hate me. It was just a game, and now he thinks I used magic to forge a soulmate mark. I choked back a sob I felt forming in my throat, and all of a sudden I was engulfed in Laura’s arms again.

His forehead creased, as if hearing a ridiculous statement. "See? It's ridiculous, right? I mean, how can I be your--" "But you are my mate. "I trailed off, hearing his words. Wait, did I hear it right? "U-uhm, what?! "I hysterically laughed. "Nice joke, dude. How can I be your mate? I'm not even a werewolf. " I immediately stopped laughing when I noticed he wasn't smiling nor even near from it. Why do I feel like he's not joking?

He was my stinky, disgusting, rotting fish who also happened to be sinfully handsome and had a huge, delightful cock. Now my mind was imagining actual fish with actual dicks, and my gorge rose. Penises and fish just did not mix. Liam’s face creased. “You okay?” I was going to—I didn’t know. Puke, cry, laugh. Could you do all three at once? Was there a word for that? Under the dictionary, there should be a word for what I’d done last night. Synonyms would include: idiot, moron, and imbecile. Antonyms would include: Mari Wright up until she got drunk last night and married a stranger.

He had so many plans for them, he wanted so much for them, he still had to confess how much he loved her and every moment they spent together but everything just got destroyed. He so wanted to blame that bastard, the unfortunate father of hers but he knew this time he was to be blamed for everything that happened in her life especially the pain she suffered because of him. She lived her whole life like an obedient slave just because she was grateful that his parents adopted her and the person from whom she expected to taste love and care rejected her brutally. What did he call her? Uneducated. Another tear kissed his cheek. Disrespectful. And another. A middle-class girl. Another.

“Sorry. They thought keeping you in the pack fulfilled their treaty. But it didn’t. Because you can’t use the ability. The fools may not have exactly broken the treaty, but they are well on the way to having done it. Gods, this is hilarious. Your mother messed with the pack by taking you away. They got you back, but not before she rendered you useless to them.” She was giggling uncontrollably still. “Sorry, I don’t mean it meanly. She beat them at their own game. Member or not. They’ll suffer a slow degrade as time goes on. Animal or insect infestations, and more. The land will push them away just like the others.” April gasped.

Soiled her with demeaning and abasing words that were too painful. ‘Was she so unworthy of a lady?’

another one said, “He doesn't want you because you're a piece of shit!” “You're worthless!” “Isabella was better. He chose better. He made the right choice.” “Even John knew you were unworthy of love.” “You were born for mistakes.” “You don't deserve to live.” “You deserve to die for your sins.”

Grief spread the longer he sat thinking about it. My heart shuttered and burned. Even if I wasn’t his enemy, I was not worthy to be his mate, to be his anything. I was dirty. I was damaged. I was used. There was nothing for me to give. There was nothing in me. My hand pushed up, rubbing the tears as my shoulders shook from the sob that wanted to consume me. I was not worthy of him. I was not worthy to be anyone’s anything, my father saw to that personally.

His eyes darted back and forth between Jeremy and Celeste, guilt etched all over his face. Celeste remembered the words Byron had once said, about not deserving to be the Alpha of the pack. Hell, after resorting to such cheap tricks—snatching a baby from another pack, and even handing over the cub of his pack members to some other damn wolves, betraying his own kin—he sure as hell didn't deserve to be their Alpha. Was it really worth all the trouble to make the pack strong, though? Living in this peaceful little town for over two decades had given the pack a whole new perspective. Maybe this plain and simple life wasn't so bad after all.