You Deserve Eachother Novels & Stories

She trailed off, suddenly giggling and sniffing, and my heart warmed. I loved hearing that laugh. “Thank you.” She whispered. Pulling her hands away from my grip on her wrists, Renee crushed her body firmly against mine, putting her chin on my chest and wrapping her arms around my waist. Then she sniffed slightly and said something practically inaudible, but I heard it. Crisp and clear. “I don’t deserve you.” “No, you do.” I spoke sharply. “Every single inch of you deserves me. We deserve each other. Renee and Robert. Soulmates.”

"Not again Auntie! This will be the tenth date you have set up for me just this month" "I’m doing this for you to fall in love and get married"Mabel said. Damien vows chuckled. "Who is going to fall in love? Me? That’s not possible. I don’t believe in that thing called love, so why should I partake in it? Moreover my other dates were annoying" "After sleeping with them, right?" Ava asked. "Should I have said no when they threw themselves at me? C’mon Ava, even the Bible said ask and it shall be given to you. I just gave them what they asked for"

“Afraid that you’d stop wanting me. Afraid that I’d ruin everything. Afraid that I’d never deserve you.” Nicholas’s fingers stroked my hair, his thumb brushing the line of my cheek. “You deserve me,” he said softly, almost a command. “And I deserve you. Not perfect. Not without scars. But you. Always you.” Tears pricked the corner of my eyes. I laughed softly, a sound of relief, of disbelief, of joy mingled with fear. “Always you,” I repeated, letting it anchor me. And in that night, in the quiet after chaos, we gave ourselves to each other fully. No games, no punishments, no betrayals. Just two broken men, fragile and bruised, learning again what it meant to love and to be loved.

“Good. ‘Cause I was starting to think I’d have to marry you in leather.” I laughed softly. “Wouldn’t be the first time you broke tradition.” He turned me around, his hands settling on my waist. “You ready for this?” “I’ve never been more ready for anything.” He brushed a thumb along my jaw. “You know… when I first met you, I didn’t think I’d ever deserve someone like you.” I shook my head. “You don’t get to say that.” “Why not?” “Because it’s not about deserving. It’s about surviving long enough to find each other.”

We embraced, a dance of passion and tenderness, celebrating the union of two souls bound by an unbreakable thread. As our lips met in a fervent kiss, I whispered vows into the tapestry of the evening, promises to protect, cherish, and love her for all the days of our shared existence. Chloe, in her vulnerability, admitted feeling undeserving. Yet, in that ephemeral moment, our hearts beat as one, echoing a truth that defied self-doubt. "I don't deserve you," Chloe murmured between kisses. I held her face in my hands, looking into her eyes with an intensity that mirrored the depth of my feelings. "Chloe, it's me who doesn't deserve you. You're my greatest gift, my love."

We have missed enough moments in our lives apart, and there’s no way we are going to wait or miss anymore. This is my forever happy, and it turns out…. I do deserve it. I do deserve her. Mikey was right.

“Not with me. I don’t… I don’t deserve that.” “Don’t be ridiculous.” I leaned forward, elbows on the table, because distance felt mean and because there was nowhere else to put the heat inside me. “You deserve to be wanted. Maybe not by me, or maybe by me, but deserving isn’t earned by purity. It’s earned by being someone who wakes up and keeps trying.” She laughed again, short and disbelieving. “Are you quoting a self-help book now?”

Her eyes mist over, her lips tremble. — Don't cry, I say softly. — I'm not crying. — You're going to cry. — No. — Yes. She laughs, and a tear falls. I wipe it with my thumb. Her skin is so soft under my finger. — It's too much, she says. — Nothing is too much for you. — I don't deserve... — Hush. I put my finger on her lips. I feel their warmth, their softness. — Never say that. Never think that. You deserve everything. You deserve the world. And I will give it to you.

“Every time I close my eyes, I see the faces of those who hurt me. And sometimes, I wonder if I deserve to be happy after all that.” He stepped closer, his eyes intense yet tender. “You deserve every ounce of happiness, Elowen,” he declared, his voice resolute. “You deserve to know what it feels like to be cherished, to be loved without conditions or expectations. And I’m going to spend every day proving that to you—if you let me.”

Just the man I loved. "Because I want to do this right," he said. "You deserve more than a stolen kiss in the dark. You deserve the moon. You deserve the pack bearing witness. You deserve a claiming that means something. You deserve everything. You deserve the world. You deserve all of me. You deserve the best of me." I let out a breath, half laugh, half sigh. "That's romantic."