Novel & Cerita Who Deserves Your Love

You were here, and that matters. I want you to know something… you deserve love. Not the kind that demands perfection or asks you to hide pieces of yourself. Not the kind that chooses convenience over you.. not the kind that demands your body but fears commitment . You deserve a love that sees every scar, every fear, every flaw, and still says, “I choose you. Always.”

Everyone seemed to enjoy the show, except for the three women. "You said about being a deserving woman." Ariadne continued, and Xander raised his gaze from the food. "No matter how attractive or successful you are, there will always be someone better than you. Should your partner leave you for them? Does this imply that you don't deserve your partner, but they do? No. There's something called love. More than being deserving in terms of appearance or success, you should be in love with your partner, share a bond, respect each other, and, most importantly be loyal." she looked at Xander as she spoke these words.

I sobbed, “I'm sorry. I can't accept this. I'm not who you think I am. I don't want to hurt you. My past is—” "Stop," he interrupted gently. "I don't care about your past. I don't care about anything except you. I love you. The day you told me you loved me was the happiest day of my life. If you reject me, I'll respect your decision. I'll understand that I don't deserve you, and I won't hate you. I won't pressure you, because that's what love means." I shook my head harder. “No. If anyone doesn't deserve someone here, it's me. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve your love.”

“This isn’t about what you need, what you want, or what works for you. It’s about both of us. You’ve never once stopped to think about what I deserve.” I stop myself before the words tumble out, the ones I’ve been holding inside for far too long. I deserve to be loved for who I am, not for what I can offer. I deserve to be admired and appreciated for what I can do, not for being some convenient, suitable wife. I know there’s no point in saying any of it. Lyle wouldn’t understand, and I’m tired of trying to make him see. He takes a step closer, his tone defensive. “I’ve always been good to you, Angela. You know that.”

"You are very attractive, very beautiful, very kind, and very worthy of love. But that bastard doesn't deserve your love." "Why? Because you think you're more deserving of being loved?" "Yes! No?" he said hesitantly. "I know I'm a bastard too. I know I cheated on you. And I don't deserve your love. But I hope you can love me," he said loudly. 'I already love you so much without you asking, Gerald,' Ariana said in her heart. "But Chris. Why do you have to fall in love with that gay man?" she said harshly.

The kind that wakes you up with breakfast in bed, the kind that chooses you always, the kind that treats you like a Queen, the kind that makes you feel like you're the only woman on earth. "you deserve that and so much more. I have had my share of the terrible kind. The one that keeps you wondering, if Love is just a myth of if it exist truly. My love, I want you to have the good one and I hope you know that you deserve it." "you deserve the good Love too," Emma said. Her sister's words were already causing tears to forms underneath her eyes. They were threatening to spill. "you deserve the happy one and not the sad one. No one deserves all what you went through," Emma said. Standing from

“Rose did that to me too. Reminded me there’s a world outside duty.” I met his gaze. “You really love her, don’t you?” Lucas’s smile softened. “More than I ever thought I could love anything again. Sometimes I wake up and still think it’s a dream. That the Goddess is mocking me. Then she smiles, and the curse and doubt quiets.” I swallowed. “You ever feel like you don’t deserve it?” “Every day,” he admitted. “But that’s the point. Love isn’t about deserving—it’s about choosing anyway.”

“Every time I look at you, I feel like I’m fighting fate itself.” “Maybe we are,” she said. “But I’d rather fight fate than lose you.” That single sentence shattered something in me. I tightened my hold on her, closing my eyes as the storm howled louder. I wanted to freeze the world right here, to keep her warmth, her heartbeat, her scent, forever. “I don’t deserve you,” I whispered. Her hand slid over my heart. “Then stop trying to deserve me. Just love me.” I looked at her, then really looked at her-and realised she was right. We had both been trying to earn something that had already been ours. Love was never meant to be earned; it was meant to be lived, even if it burned us in the end.

“SEVEN WISHES! Then hear me Gods above, these are my wishes…” “I wished to be reborn and given a second chance! I wished to become the most beautiful woman that ever existed! To have an incredible reputation in both wealth! And fame! To have a great and loving family and not like the shiity one I had! To find love and marry the most handsome man ever! Let me experience the wildest FANTASIES!!!”

She also got to learn that she was most likely going to be avoided by men because they believed she was a billionaire’s lover. It was not going to be easier for her among the women, as they probably saw her as a threat. “It’s a sad thing we’re never taught to appreciate each other’s beauty and accomplishments as ladies.” Melody was an insightful woman. They were on their way out of the library. Melody was still going on about ladies’ need to embrace each other when they heard it. “How much for a night, billionaire sweetheart??” The question came loud and clear from a man standing with his friends outside the library.