Novel & Cerita Never Getting Enough Of Her

It was indeed complicated. "You don't have to worry when he sees how much he needs you in his life, he will come running from that space he wants to be locked in," I assured her. She smiled, focusing on her food. She wasn't eating much because she spent most of her days working to death and at night. "What if he never gets out of it? I mean what I did is despicable."

"You mentioned her. On the first night." "Sera," he said. "She's—" he paused, looking for the right word and apparently finding none of them sufficient. "She's what happens when you take someone who was told their whole life they were never enough and give them enough space and time to find out what enough actually looks like." I thought about those words. Never enough. "She was rejected too," I said.

“This is what he calls enough?” I grabbed the apple anyway, bit into it hard, juice bursting tart and cold across my tongue. Chewed fast, swallowed, bit again. The bread next, tearing off chunks, forcing them down dry until my throat ached. The protein shake, chocolate-flavored, chalky and shaken hard then gulped in long swallows until it coated my tongue in artificial sweetness. It wasn’t enough. It never was. But it was something. I sat on the edge of the bed naked, crumbs on my thighs and shook an empty bottle in my hand.

Anything she finds doing, expect perfection, because she won’t rest until it’s getting cheers from everyone. I wish she didn’t overreach and try to steal my money. That was a part I could never understand and, sadly, I couldn’t ask her as that would blow my cover. I just wanted to know why she would ever feel the need to defraud me. Ever since the second I met her, I’ve tried my best to satisfy her and make sure she had everything she needed. Money was never a problem as I had more than I needed and always made sure she had enough too.

"She's not you." Three words. Simple. Final. Elena took a bite of the spiced meat. It burned. She kept eating. She'd spent seven years telling herself she could earn that warmth. That patience and care would eventually make her enough. He'd just told her she never would be. She finished her meal. Paid in full. Walked out without looking back.

Now, what should she do? There are only enough for a couple of months more. She hasn’t met anyone who knows how to make them. She knew how complicated it was and she wouldn’t know where to get the needed ingredients anyway. She wouldn’t go back to the pack just to steal more. And who knows if they have made more? She was the only one who used them. Needed them. She sighed, the reality of it starting to sink in. Her days are numbered. Her lip twitched as a thought occurred to her. Would Conrad bring some? If she’s so important to him, he wouldn’t just let her die, right?

Probably never would be. But it was being paid. One life at a time. One small victory at a time. And that was enough. Emma set her phone aside, took her evening medications, and let herself sleep. Her heart beat its steady rhythm. Fifty-one percent capacity. Not perfect. Not cured. But enough to live. Enough to love. Enough to keep making small differences in the world. The debt would always be there. But so would she. And for now, that was enough.

All she does is wake up, eat, watch television, take a walk, and then sleep again. She was doing nothing and she was getting exhausted. Jace didn't bring her the book either and there was no sign of him at the mansion. She barely sees Lucino too. She was getting exhausted of her life, nothing was happening, and there was no progress in her trying to get her inheritance back. The only person she talks to is the butler and sometimes Maria when she calls. Some days when she thinks about her life, she wonders if it would have been different if her father were alive or if she never met Marcus.

She would be well taken care of. Angelina wasn’t good enough. She had never been good enough for anyone despite all of her pageant crowns. She wasn’t enough for her overly controlling mother. She wasn’t enough for Eddie to care about her beyond her role in Aria’s life. She wasn’t good enough for Aria either. Now here she was, likely to end her short miserable life in a cage with only a psychopath and her own pessimistic thoughts as company. What a fitting end for someone as unlucky as her.

she says with a kind smile. I nod, but I know she can't give me what I really need. She can't make a magical necklace appear out of thin air. I spend the next few hours pacing. I try to lie in the bed, but the silence is too loud. I sit in the recliner, but my legs won't stop bouncing. I try to sip the water, but my throat is too tight to swallow. Even the thought of the cafeteria food makes my stomach churn. I keep reaching out mentally, calling for Sombra.