All I've Never Wanted Novels & Stories

“I don’t want this.” Every head turned toward her. Lydia’s expression hardened into a mask of stone. Isabella took a slow, jagged breath. “I never asked Noah to marry me,” she said, looking directly at Ava, her eyes filled with an exhaustion that looked like regret. “And I certainly never wanted another woman to be hurt because of my family’s ambitions.” For the first time since they had met, Ava saw something in Isabella she hadn't expected: not arrogance, not rivalry, but a deep, aching resignation.

“Dance with me.” She blinked. “Is that an order?” “It’s a request,” he said. She placed her hand in his. They moved together across the floor, careful and measured. For a moment, the world faded—the whispers, the politics, the expectations. “You don’t like crowds,” Amara said quietly. “No,” Lucas replied. “But I tolerate them.” “Why?” “Because sometimes visibility is protection,” he said. She looked up at him. “From what?” “From being underestimated.”

This was what I had wanted, was it not? Space. Silence. Safety. And yet my body moved through the day as though something vital had been removed from it. Every corner felt wrong without him appearing in it. Every breath felt borrowed. The kiss lingered despite my efforts. Not as heat, not as hunger—but as memory. The way his hand had steadied me as though I were something precious rather than something convenient. The way the world had narrowed until there was only his mouth and the quiet devastation of wanting what I could never have.

My tears fell anew, and my chest tightened with suffocating pain. "I don't want to hear this." "Sylvia…" I wanted to scream, but I couldn't even form a complete sentence. As I saw Lawrence open his mouth again, I broke down and begged him, "Please. Stop talking."

I had bought these dresses for Rachel after saving up every penny I had. However, she never wore them even once. There was not even a single crease on the dresses. She had never even touched them. What a waste! It was better to sell them. Just as I was thinking of it, a thought crossed my mind. When Rachel and I had just gotten married in my previous life, a new fashion trend swept across the country. Jackets with lapels and cinched waists were once in short supply. I could get a batch of goods and sell them in the market to seize the market share first.

All the things I once dreamed of having were now within my grasp, but it did not interest me anymore. I gently pushed the artwork back toward him, my gaze steady as I looked at my dad. "I don’t like calligraphy. I never liked it. I only pretended to like it because I was envious. I envied how Issa could scribble just a few words and earn your praise. I just wanted your love. But Mr. and Mrs. Acosta, I don’t need it anymore." The change in how I addressed them made their eyes widen in shock. My mom’s head shot up to look at me, her expression devastated.

All this time, closing myself off has only made me feel trapped, so should I keep regretting never trying something I actually want? I am no longer the Cassandra I used to be.

GRACIE "What if that isn't what I want and all I've ever wanted was your all of you, for you to need me as just as badly as I need you, for me not to have to force you to stay with me, that I deeply crave the most is your love, will you give that to me then? ....we'll both get what we want , will you still help me then? " I stiffened a bit at the dark burning look in his gaze.

“I’m just saying—I’ve never wanted someone I couldn’t have.” He stepped in closer now, his hand brushing hers where it rested on the rail. “Until you.” Her heart thudded painfully. His breath was warm against her temple. His voice was a whisper: “I’ve never wanted someone I couldn’t have—until you.”

"What is going on man? What happened to never falling for any other woman, huh?" "Well, I never said I won't fuck, right? Come on, that is all I want with her"