Never Getting Enough Of Her Novels & Stories

“How do you tell someone they're not good enough and you need more? Because that's how it feels. I should be able to feel complete and happy with Stone. No wanting them all. She shrugs. — Sometimes the people need more. It's not that Stone isn't enough, because if it were them and without him, he wouldn't feel complete. They all serve a purpose in your growth. You just don't know yet. I look down, sighing. - Any whatever… She smiles, turning to the stove. - It is hungry? "Hungry," I reply quickly. because I didn't really have breakfast. She starts to cook for me while I I hear them speak. Honestly, I have nothing else to say to they. At this point, I know what I must do. I must come clean. K

- and with a noise took a sip of almost cold coffee . She is already twenty-five years old, and she has achieved practically nothing in her life! And it was so depressing for her that sometimes she just wanted to sink through the ground from all this shame. Yes, there is work, but unloved. And Emily goes to her only because she needs money to live and pay bills.

The company had to pay her for damages and the closed completely, but it was reopened and they rose to the top, unfortunately, they still couldn't rise to the level of Nora's popularity after she became really famous as an actress. I had to look out for the company. “Do you need money?” “Yeah, I'm practically living from hand to mouth currently. I can't even afford a big meat dumpling and I've been craving it so bad.” I rubbed my stomach, hearing it protest. Again, I didn't get to eat dinner in this house. How was I supposed to study if I couldn't even eat to my fill? I heard a rustling from the other end of the call, followed by some furious tapping. Then Kaidon’s voice came through, smooth

Then she takes her phone to call her parents. But when she gets up she is still not so well. Maybe she is still feeling dizzy. She is talking and I am looking at her. I just can't take my eyes off her. Thank God for giving me her. What more do I need in this life? I get someone who loves me selflessly. That's enough for me now. I love you, my love. I love you a lot.

If my dad hadn't died because of him, mom wouldn't have thought of killing herself and following dad in his death. She loves Papa so much that she can end her life just to follow him, but I just can't get her. Why do I feel like I'm not enough to give her strength? Am I not enough? I think so. If I am enough, she will never think to take her life.

He loves his job more than he loves her. 'Well you love his wealth and status more than you love him' her subconscious mind say. Yes. She does. Despite that, she is sex starved. Yes there is money but there are other needs she crave to be met. The pleasure she gets from pleasuring herself is not enough. She wants a man's touch. Edward doesn't seem to want that. But just the idea of her being his girlfriend.

She asks no one in particular. She can't be talking to me, obviously...right? When are the police getting here? They are taking too much time, goddammit. “Am I not enough? Am I not good enough in bed? Don't I cook food to your satisfaction? Am I not attentive enough? Not pretty enough? Oh my goodness!" She exclaims suddenly, her tears stopping as fast as they started. “I know the problem. It's because I never went to college right? You should have told me earlier. I didn't go to college because I don't know anything. Now that I have explained, that won't be a problem would it?" She nervously asks.

If she knew, she’d call. If she called, she’d guilt trip me. If she guilt tripped me, I’d spiral again. So. Book. The idea was still soft. Not fully formed. But solid enough to hold. A twenty four year old woman. She has it all. Money. Access. Beauty. Independence. The kind of life people screenshot and save. The kind that looks complete from the outside. But something is missing. Not love. Not success. Not purpose in the obvious sense. Something quieter.

Much like this existence. Much like him. “You think money is enough to erase everything weird about this?” she asked softly. “No,” Caelan said. “But necessity often buries hesitation.” That line felt like it was written just for her. Necessity. Her mother’s failing kidneys. The growing debt. The aching guilt that no matter how hard she worked, it would never be enough. Not fast enough. She hated how right he was. She turned to him. "What then when I sign?"

"Wouldn't have to wonder if I was enough." What in the hell did that mean? Surely that couldn't possibly be a concern for her. But as I looked into her halt-the-world blue eyes, searched her expression and dug below the surface, my heart cracked right in two. She bit her quivering lip, lashes wet and chest not moving air. "Why would you ever think you're not enough?" She tried to look away, but I cupped her jaw and gently turned her head back to face me. "Why?" Her chest expanded with a slow inhalation. "Because you never settle. You lose interest and-"