Novel & Cerita Never Getting Enough Of Her

That's the only time I get to see her, if I, myself was home also. I don't know if it was because of the job, but she hasn't really been paying attention on me. She doesn't really question my whereabouts and shit. Although that's what I've most wanted, now that it's happening, it's quite unsettling. Well you know what they say ‘One can never fully satusfy a human’ and I am one of those Insatiable humans. When I wasn't saying anything, my mum repeated “Annie, what did you say?”

Luciani is already tired don't have enough energy for an argument, hence reluctantly, he picks a spoon and starts eating his food. Once again he is lost in his world and Sierra's heart breaks. From the moment she started harboring feeling for him, she craves his attention, but nowadays, he gives her everything but attention, it's like nothing she does is enough to grab his attention. And this alone is enough to fill her with insecurities. Her past punches her and she realized she will never be enough, no matter what she does, she will never be noticed. Tiara is alive. Or that is what everyone is hoping for.

It looked too big on her, like everything in the world was trying to smother her lately. And I—I didn’t know how to help. “I wanted to be enough,” I said quietly. Her head snapped up, confusion furrowing her brow. “Enough for what?” she asked. “To keep you from looking so tired.” She looked down again. “I’m not tired of you.”

Theo's hand grips the railings till his knuckles turned white. "I'm sick of it. I run away but he still finds me. It's never enough. I'm never enough. No matter how much I bent over backwards trying to please him. Does it ever end?" Theo's voice broke. "Tell me Cora, is it ever going to end?" My mouth felt dry. "I don't know, Theo. I don't know. I do know how it feels to not be enough. If there's an end in sight, I'll be the first to let you know."

I didn’t have the strength to argue with him, but as soon as I got in the car, a wave of pain hit my stomach, making me go pale. I dug through my bag for my medicine and realized I was almost out. “I’m low on meds. We need to stop by the hospital first.” James stared at me blankly. “You’re sick?” “Yeah. Stomach problems.” “When did this happen?” His question caught me off guard, and I let out a bitter laugh. Before I met him, my diet and sleep schedule were pretty normal. However, after we got together, every time Paris found some excuse to drag him away, I’d fall into this pit of self-doubt and depression until I stopped eating and talking.

Not even Clara. I’m putting my entire existence at risk for a future that seems useless. How many times have I requested, and begged for chances and financial support from my mummy? All I want is to live a fulfilling life and provide my mother with the happiness she deserves. I return home after a lengthy, exhausting day filled with zero excitement. I don’t have the energy to cook. I’ll have to order food from outside once again. This repetitive eating routine has driven me to the brink of madness.

" My knuckles paled from gripping the phone too hard, and my face burned. My throat felt stuffed with cotton, and I couldn't even muster the strength to argue. I should have figured. To her, I would always be the useless loser who only reached out for money. She had totally forgotten that I had handed over all my savings and my monthly paycheck to her after we got married. Even when I needed to top up my phone credit, I had to file an application request with her. There was no way I could possibly own five thousand dollars. "Stacie." Tory suddenly spoke up and reached out to gently pat Stacie's back. "Reuben probably won't joke about his dad's illness.

It was more than she made in a whole week. She sat back again, her face was still but there were so many questions in her eyes. “Rent is due soon… and Mama still needs her medicine,” she muttered to herself. “I haven’t even paid for the water bill.” Her lips were pressed together, and she had been tired of this cycle; working so hard, earning so little. She had no savings, not even a tiny backup to help her with her bills. And here was a chance, an easy task… and a reward that could help her breathe.

She didn't have a lot but she had her life, but after meeting Angelo, she didn't have that anticipated love life she thought she would have with him, and neither did she have her son with her. All she faced was losses that broke her down physically, mentally and psychologically, that’s why she needed power. The only kind that can come through money, it didn’t matter to her what kind of job she did to get it, but looking back at her past to her present, she was grateful for where she is right now. Right now, all she needed was to bring the game on to Angelo, all these while she’s being in the dark while sending him letters, which any smart human will know that she’s alive. But he didn't show

"I used to be rich and beautiful. They compared me to Dorothy, and said I was even prettier. But now? Everything’s flipped. People love Dorothy more. Her crippled husband turned out to be healthy and rich, and I’ve lost everything. Even my own mother is tired of me." Tears spilled down her cheeks. "I just want to be enough for someone. I want to be happy like Dorothy, and she doesn’t even try half as hard as I do. It’s not fair." Kai sighed. "And that’s your last drink for tonight. Give me your phone. I’m calling your mother to pick you up." "I’m not done, I..." She suddenly paused, clutching her stomach. "Ouch." Kai leaned closer, concerned. "What’s wrong with you?"