You Are Worthy Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

"You said you don't want people to feel pity for you, treat you or see you any different but that's exactly what you're doing to yourself." "How you were conceived doesn't matter because we all had no control over that. What mattered was the fact that you had people who loved you and still love you, starting from when we knew about your existence, till now and even beyond today." "Please Bella, don't ever see yourself as some piece of shit, don't see yourself as someone who isn't born worthy because you were born worthy and you're worthy of living the life of an individual who was conceived via passionate sex between its parents."

“But the way you love me🎵 “Makes this little world feels like it’s all we need🎵 “We are rich in love🎵 “Though the pockets are empty🎵 “Got a kingdom in your heart🎵 “And I’m safe in there🎵 “We are poor in the world’s eyes🎵 “But baby not in ours🎵 “Cuz we are rich in love🎵 Mercy and David are in the bedroom sleeping but mercy couldn’t sleep. No matter how hard she tried to force it. She opened her eyes, lost inside her thoughts. She glanced at her husband who was already fast asleep,

“When I was your age, I believed my worth depended on something I didn’t have.” She smiled softly. “I was wrong.” The little boy listened carefully. “Your wolf is only one part of you.” She touched his chest. “The most important part is here.” Your heart.” “You become strong every time you choose kindness.” “You become brave every time you stand up after falling.” “You become a leader every time you help someone else.” She looked into his eyes, “And whether your wolf awakens tomorrow, “Or years from now, “Or differently than anyone expects”

He chuckled and shook his head. "I’m not measuring my worth here, Sydney. I’m purely asking—why Hade and not me?" His eyes widened, and I chuckled, watching him hit by realization. Then it hit me too. Does comparing feel similar to questioning worth? The book said the right people show up. The right people care—not only when life is convenient, but when it’s difficult, messy, and aching all over. The right people take chances. They choose you as confidently as you choose them.

"I only know how to do. How to train. How to prepare. How to make myself useful. Without that I'm nothing. I'm just scared kid who almost died. Who needed saving. Who" "Who survived," I interrupted. "Who grew. Who became. Who chose to be here. Who chose to live. That's not nothing. That's everything. You don't need to do anything else. Don't need to be anything else. You're already enough. Already complete. Already worthy." "I don't feel worthy," she admitted. "I feel useless. Powerless. Unable to protect anyone. Unable to stop anything. Unable to matter in ways that count." "Being present counts," I said. Repeating lessons I'd learned. Lessons I still struggled with. "Being alive counts. Be

"This book is 'on going' and in the first stage of *EDITING*" "This book contains, strong language, abuse, cussing, violence and nasty things (maybe) read at your own risk".- Author. This book is written to inspire those who are having a hard time giving themselves the worth and love they deserve. 📝 Dear Bully, That girl you called fat; she's starving herself to death. That girl you called dumb; she's suffering from dyslexia.

But once the question landed, the words came faster than she expected. She opened her notebook and wrote: For the girl I used to be— Who thought survival meant silence. And for every woman who believed her worth depended on being chosen. You are not hard to love. You are not hard to keep. You are already enough. —Sophia Grant When the first copy of her book arrived in the mail, she didn’t immediately open the packaging. She sat with it in her lap, fingers tracing the edges. It felt heavy—but not in a burdensome way. It felt full. Like something sacred had been sealed within its pages.

I say pushing my chair back, walking out of the room with Lzzy saying loudly I wasn’t excused. I walked upstairs into my, I mean our room, curled into the bed, and heard Alex’s steps and the door swinging open “Emmi, talk to me please…” Alex asks me quietly, I can smell his nervousness and underlining worry, my new found unworthiness crept in, Vivien wouldn’t be this weak would she. I thought to myself curling more into myself, I hear Alex sigh deeply in frustration slipping off his shoes and getting into bed pulling me to him “Emmi… I can’t take this, you hurting and I don’t know why, you won’t eat, you won’t talk, you won’t let me close to you, touch you, even kiss you…. Baby… just talk t

“Maybe. But if someone’s trying to bury this story, it means there’s still something alive underneath it.” Nora exhaled. “God, you’re impossible.” “Yeah,” Caleb said, sliding the paper back to her. “But that’s what makes you good.” Aria folded the note again, slipping it into her pocket. Her coffee had gone cold, but her decision hadn’t. “Then I guess it’s time to find out who still wants me quiet.” The air inside Valente’s headquarters was heavy with the scent of money, steel, and loyalty bought in blood. The building was disguised as a logistics firm on the East River. Rows of cargo manifests and shipping schedules on every desk, but behind the locked glass doors, the real business thrived

The powers stirring in my blood may be unpredictable, wild and untested, but they're mine. The scars mapping my skin may tell stories of pain and survival, but they also whisper of resilience, of a girl who refused to break even when breaking would have been easier. And the voice in my head that sounds like doubt, like every person who ever told me I wasn't enough? It's about learning that being worthy isn't about perfection—it's about refusing to give up when everything inside you screams that you should, about standing up every time you're knocked down, about fighting for what you believe in even when the odds are stacked against you.