Never Getting Enough Of Her Novels & Stories

I would rather have peace and tranquillity in solitude than to drown to their endless noise. Nonetheless, she is quite content with her situation as of the moment. She was healing her wounds steadily fast, her mental strength was not that really damaged, and that she actually has the attention that she has always wanted. Her friends and the people around her were handling and interacting with her gently, they treated her as if she was an infant in need of attention, affection and love. She liked it the most. However, there was something missing. Inside her, something is lacking to what she is receiving as of the moment, yet she was unable to pinpoint what. Still, she shrugged the thought, sa

She was feeling insecure. When’s the last time she worked and earned some money? Since he got that job from Taylor Industries and she slipped on the stairs during her pregnancy, she was stuck at home. Sure, he gave her his money but she really didn’t like spending it. She wanted to earn her own. She wanted to contribute. She wanted to be more useful. These days, she felt as if her only role was to take care of their son and that didn’t seem enough. She should do more. She wanted to do more. It was frustrating.

She promised to bring him something back, which she did every single time. She arrived at the diner to see that it was already busy. Waiting in line, she saw there was a single booth left. She made her order and walked over to the booth that was designed for two. An intimate booth. She took a seat, leaned back, and rubbed at her eyes. Her parents always told her that her exhaustion was caused by not eating enough. They didn’t seem to understand the concept of dieting. Not that it was doing her any good.

How would she get that kind of money? Her eyes were puffy may be due to how she slept or because she didn't sleep well at all. Who would sleep well? Knowing you have that huge amount of money to pay. She stood up and walked to the kitchen. Her legs were weak too, giving way as if she would faint too. Her small Motorola phone rang and she ran towards the old phone that has only 1% battery on it. It could never charge other than that. "Hello." She mumbled. "Good morning Aunt Maria." She greeted.

So, it was her who was deemed cold and heartless. Now, her biggest problem in her mind is getting money from the mountain of gold. Getting an appointment with Klyde is much harder than getting one from William. Just what exactly is wrong with those people? Why can’t they be normal? Are they that busy? She can’t wait any longer. She only has a couple of hundred dollars in her wallet! That can’t last her a day.

I didn't have the strength to judge. She took the phone from me, peering at Selena's image. "What does she have that I don't. You love her, Andrei loves her, I get sick when the workers talk about her!... Does anybody even love or give a shit about me? It's not fair" she yelled in frustration, almost flinging the phone, but stopping at the last second. The tears finally slipped down her cheeks. "Now I can never go back to Andrei. Never be with the only man I ever loved. The only man I struggled to please. It was never enough! I am never going to be enough"

Not one bit. Could she not go? But goddamn it, she needed the funds! She had never lived alone a day in her life, so she didn't know how expensive it was. Could she just get a job? But how many jobs will she need to be able to keep a roof on her head and keep her belly full? “Hmm,” Bianca hummed softly, taking a big bite out of the muffin. “This is so good.” Mia shot her a frustrated look but she had all her attention on the muffin. She sighed and dropped into the chair, rubbing her face roughly. “This is a mess.”

So good that she felt she couldn't have enough. N

It almost looked like someone had painted it. "Have you ever felt… lacking?" Hank asked. I glanced at his side and nodded. "I did everything," he continued. "I became someone I never wanted to be. I stretched my capabilities, pushed my limits… and yet, why do I still feel lacking?" I shook my head. "You're not lacking; it's just that…" I hesitated, inhaling slowly, knowing I was about to say the words I’d been avoiding for months. "…we will never be enough for them."

she said slowly. I scoffed. “You think you’re good enough?” Silence fell. Suddenly, she grabbed the glass jug on the table and smashed it onto the floor. “Why am I not good enough?” she screamed, sending things flying. “I’m pretty. I’m sexy. Why am I not good enough? Why did he always say I wasn’t good enough?” Her voice cracked as she spiraled. “I’m younger—more beautiful—than my mother. Why couldn’t I satisfy him? He said I was useless and lacked experience. He wanted me wild. I did everything he asked, but he was never satisfied!”