Who Deserves Your Love Novels & Stories

I would shake my head and say tearfully, "Clinton, I love you. I'm certain it's not out of guilt." He'd wiped away my tears. "Give me some time. I need to figure out how I feel about us." I had been so desperate for his love that I eagerly agreed. But not long after, I'd received news that Clinton and Gemma had gotten together.

"Complicated people, who did a bad thing at a bad moment. People who did not deserve you, Wren, even though they might have wanted to. There's a difference." "What's the difference." "Deserving someone means you've earned the right to have them in your life, through how you treat them, through choices you make." I brushed a strand of pale hair back from her forehead, my heart aching with love and old, unresolved grief in equal measure. "They made choices that meant they lost that right, at least for now. That doesn't mean you're not loved. It just means the people who should have loved you properly failed to earn the chance."

Maybe it is called humanity, I thought. " ohhh...don't lie to yourself. If it is humanity, you could have felt sad but there would be no tears in your eyes. If it is humanity you would never feel his pain as it is your wound. Why don't you agree that you still love him? " my stupid heart mocked at me.

“I’m not apologizing for loving him.” The room goes silent. The cameras zoom closer. The host looks thrown off. “Excuse me?” “You heard me,” I say, voice steady now. “I’m not apologizing for loving Xander Hayes.” He opens his mouth, but I cut him off for the first time. “Do you know what love looks like?” I ask. “Real love? The kind that doesn’t vanish when the world turns against you?” He stares, caught off guard. “Love is someone who stands beside you when everyone else walks away,” I say, louder. “Love is someone who fights for you when you feel like you don’t deserve it. Love is someone who loses everything… and still chooses you.”

“Let me explain.” “You don’t have to explain anymore. That says it all. The moment you chose to break me — that means Iwasn’t enough. I’m so fed up with the betrayals.” “I’m sorry. It just happened. I’m just sorry for breaking your heart.” “So, do you love her more than you love me?” “I’m sorry.” “That’s enough. That’s all I have to know. Let’s just end things here.” “Celine, you cannot drive.” “I know. Just go now. Someone’s going to fetch me.”

I said, "You had more chances than I did. Even if you had come around six months later, she would have accepted you." After I made my choice, she kept things even for a long time. Two bowls of broth. Two gifts. I used to wonder why he got the same treatment when he did nothing to earn it. He noticed. "You are jealous," he said. "Because Vera still has a soft spot for me." Jealous? Maybe I was. But not anymore. I am the one she chose. We will live the rest of our lives together.

“…because the answer will always be you.” I smiled and nodded. There’s no asking who to love because it will always be him as well. It will only and always be Kieran Wu. He was taking care of me during the dinner. He was telling me everything about living life without me as he feeds me using his own spoon. The people around us are watching but he didn’t give a damn on all of them. His attention was only on me. Even when he was paying the bill, his eyes are locked on mine. He didn’t even bother looking at the waitress who was trying to flirt with him. I don’t get her though. She’s seen that he kissed me. Why is she still trying to flirt with him?

My mind quickly retracted back to the night of the LAB awards when I overheard them talking on the phone, when I heard her say 'I love you' to him. "I deserve to be loved in a way that I give. I deserve for someone to love me wholeheartedly without having to try. I deserve everything. I deserve someone who chooses me. I thought about this a lot and reflected on it." She told me. "And that person isn't Dean. As much as I wanted it to be, it isn't." I wondered how heartbreaking that must've feel like.

“I've never loved you, and will never be. Don't make me laugh, Xyna. How would I love you? You, a cold-hearted demon? Don't dream so high, a person like you who doesn't care about what people feels don't deserve to be loved and be love. You don't deserve me and I don't deserve someone like you” “I've never loved you, and will never be. Don't make me laugh, Xyna. How would I love you? You, a cold-hearted demon? Don't dream so high, a person like you who doesn't care about what people feels don't deserve to be loved and be love. You don't deserve me and I don't deserve someone like you”

Full of unspoken truths, of how far we'd both come, of what we'd both gone through, and how much had tried to break us before this. And somehow, we were still here. “You know,” I said, after a beat, turning towards him, “It's like I just wait for bad things to happen. Like maybe… maybe I'm too happy. Maybe I don't deserve it. He caught my face in his hands so gently, as if I'd escape from him if he didn't hold on. “Love is not something you earn, baby. It's not a prize you win for surviving hell. It's something you get because you're human, because you feel. And you deserve it more than anyone I've ever known.”