You Are Worthy Book Novels & Stories

The instant Clement left Helen, she was not herself. She became restless and impatient. Not like she was not always like that most of the times, but it was worst. Worst to the extent, she thought she might die of anxiety. She picked up the letter over and over again, re-reading through the lines like it's content would soften to favor her. You're not worthy of the life you desire. Give it up. She was not worthy? Helen could had received any other insults like she was a maniac, a selfish ruler, perhaps even a witch? But not worthy?

“Your inheritance has been recognized. Full briefing and administrative instructions are available through the Apex Global secure portal.” Ethan read the message carefully. “Inheritance” the word settled heavily in his mind. He lowered the phone. He had always believed he was a man with nothing, now he was beginning to understand that he had never known who he was. And somewhere beyond the walls of the Harrington mansion, an empire had just recognized him as its owner.

My first instinct had been to throw the ring onto the table. Andreas held up my ring and finally noticed it looked impossibly pristine. He had never given me any gifts. This was the only one he'd personally given me. I had guarded it with my life, never letting it so much as collect a speck of dust. Meanwhile, the ring on Andreas' hand had been worn so smooth that the engraving was barely visible. Those were my initials—I.W. He carefully traced the cracks on the ring, and for the first time, this man, who had never shown emotion, broke down and wept.

His hand squeezed her shoulder, grounding her. "By becoming someone worth the cost," he said finally. "By building a life so full of goodness that maybe, someday, she can look at you and see more than the wound. By protecting your mate, and your pack, and your territory, with everything you have. You don't get to be innocent anymore, Anna. But you can still be worthy." Anna closed her eyes, letting the words settle into her chest like stones. Worthy. Not innocent. Not forgiven. But worthy of the price that had been paid.

“You are not worthy to be king! You don’t have what it takes to be king, you lack empathy and wisdom to lead. I’m rethinking your position as Alpha as we speak. Don’t make me come for you Williams, don’t fucking push your luck!” he'd warned me, embarrassing me before everyone. He called me unworthy, he said I am not first to replace him. Well, I’ll show him what it means to be worthy. Since he thinks I am not worthy, I guess it’s only right that I prove myself to him, right?

“I don’t deserve to live when they can’t.” “So you’re going to let this all be in vain?” Laurence knew she was getting somewhere when she didn’t respond. “You need to live and figure this out for them. What use was any of this if you’re all dead? All of this would have been for nothing.” “You don’t know anything.” “Then tell me what you think I have wrong, because I’ve lived this life and I know that this is toxic. It ruins how you feel about yourself and it will sabotage every relationship you have.”

And I can see the way he really feels about us. “At the very top of the reasons I don’t deserve you, is because you are a warrior. The top warrior. The future General of the King. You’ve worked hard, you’ve earned that position, your birthright, while also being my guardian for the past 16 years. While I’ve done what? Sat and waited for a guy? Don’t ever do that. I refuse to let you do that, feel like you aren’t enough, like you aren’t worthy of… everything, beause you are a warrior. That is what makes you special, and strong. Not unworthy.”

Coming forward to me, Maureen gently pulled me around to face her by placing her hands on my shoulder and turning me around. "Ava, you are looking absolutely stunning right now, but even before we began our transformational act on you, you were already very stunning when we first saw you. Listen to me, your worth is not in how you seem; rather, it is in the way that you are here. I hope you are aware of this?" She continued by pointing to the location where my heart was located and saying, "Your worth is in what and how you think about yourself. You alone are the only person who can truly assess your worth. One more thing, my dear, you are the author of your own story, and you are the queen

At that moment, I saw the words on the title page. "To Alice: Life is beautiful, precious, and worthy of awe." My gaze froze. I stroked the words. They were beautiful—handwritten and old. They appeared in every book Joan gave me, and she told me it was written by my mother. I hadn't met her, and to this day, I couldn't understand the meaning of this sentence. If life was beautiful, then why were those shifters so awful? If life was precious, why was my existence a curse? If life was worthy of awe, why has no one ever respected me?

"And I know that because I've been exactly where you are. Feeling like an imposter, like everyone else got some manual on how to be worthy that I never received." "What did you do? How did you get past it?" "I'm still getting past it," I admit. "But I learned that worthiness isn't something you achieve—it's something you accept. You don't deserve opportunities because you're perfect. You deserve them because you exist, because you work hard, because you refuse to let circumstances define your potential." We talk for an hour. By the end, she's crying, but it's the good kind—the release kind. "Thank you," she says. "For being honest. For not pretending it's easy."