You Are Worthy Book Novels & Stories

“This is not a fight. Not a game. Not a ceremony you walk through to become a picture for other people’s comfort.” “I gathered,” I said. “It is a door,” she continued. “You will step to the threshold and decide if it is the right one. You will choose to knock, or not. You will decide how to listen and what to ignore. You will not be guided. You will not be helped across. If you break, it is because something inside you was brittle. If you do not break, it is because something inside you learned the shape of pressure. Both are information. Neither makes you worthy or unworthy. Worth is not a moon we pass around.”

I asked Syra, my voice quivering as I thought of Gabe’s frustration. She smiled kindly at my query, her eyes twinkling with wisdom she had gathered throughout her millennia-long existence. “Worthiness is not something imposed by others, child. It is something you must discover within yourself. To prove yourself worthy is to embrace your strengths and learn to deal with your own shortcomings. It is to own your faults and use them as stepping stones to grow. In the case of weidling the sacred sword, it’s about respecting the power it holds, understanding the sacrifices made by those who wielded it before you, and having the courage to take on a destiny that you never asked for.”

“You’re good at so many things, I would have thought you would have been very popular in your pack.” “I don’t exactly look like a beauty queen. I wasn’t particularly intelligent, and I never had much opportunity to train in strength or fighting when I was young,” I explained. “I was teased a lot. Without beauty, brains, or brawn, I was kind of…worthless.” “You’re definitely not worthless, Amirah,” he countered gently, drawing me to his side and holding me there. “I know that now. Mostly. I just wanted you to know that I’m still working on feeling worthy, so you have more understanding of why certain situations trigger a reaction in me.”

“Listen to me, Raya.” “Hmm.” I hummed, angling my body to face him, wanting to see the truth in his words. “You are worthy of love, worthy to be loved. You are beautiful, kind, hardworking, and true to yourself. You have endured so many things, yet you managed to continue living as yourself, and I truly admire you.”

“For not giving up. For fighting. For believing when I couldn’t.” “That’s what I do. That’s what I’ll always do.” “I know. And I’ll spend the rest of my life being worthy of it.” “You already are.”

“You bled from your hands and knees. You apologized to me every single time you fell.” “Not because you felt you had failed the test—but because you genuinely thought you had disappointed me.” My chest tightens, a different kind of ache blooming behind my ribs. “I do not serve the concept of worthiness as defined by the academy,” Vermithor says. “I serve persistence. And you had more of it than anyone I’ve ever had the burden of carrying." I don’t argue with him, because for once, the weight of his words feels like a shield rather than a burden.

"You stopped." "I do not deserve you," he said. "Deserve has nothing to do with it," I replied, shaking my head slowly. I have spent my whole life being told I was not good enough, not worthy enough, and not deserving of love or kindness or safety. But standing here, looking at you, and holding you while you fall apart, I realize that worth is not something you earn, it is something you are, and you, Alejandro, are worthy of being held, worthy of being loved, and worthy of being forgiven for the things you did not even do.

My mates believed in me, and it was time for me to believe in myself. "I'm sorry, I slapped you," she chuckled. "I deserve it, Haze, thank you." I straightened my posture, my gaze landing on my mates who were still fighting to breathe. Taking a deep breath, I summoned the remnants of strength within me. My eyes locked with Marcus as I took a step forward, placing my hands flat on the walls once again. I sniffled. I can do it. "I am not alone," I whispered to myself, "I am worthy of this Gift." I could see his eyes narrowing into slits.

I couldn't just go without knowing the consequences I would have to face. "Then, screw up. That’s how relationships work. You'll screw up and as much as I know Joy, so will she. Inevitably. But you have to be patient with it. If your heart really yearns for her, then don't block it just because you think that you’re not good enough for her. You know, Mr Brown . . ." She paused and after a few seconds, she spoke again, clearing her voice, "No one is ever truly worthy of anyone. It's just a statement we put out to understand our requirements. One needs to make themselves worthy of the other." "That's how we got together," Jordan quickly added.

You are special, and I do not know how many people will tell you that before you accept it. 'Joy, I know my potential now, but I keep reminding myself that I do not deserve these things because I do not want them to get into my head. Karim made me know what I am worth and even Khalid's jealousy that I am getting a better life proved it all to me. I would never think of going on this journey if I did not know my worth. Power has a way of changing us. 'You have a point there. I would not want you to become arrogant because of your uniqueness. I will be your guide, your friend, and your companion throughout this journey.'