No One Loves Me Novels & Stories

No one wants somebody else's garbage. No one could ever love someone like me. I would forever be unloved. He doesn't love me why is he saying this. He can't love me, no one can. I felt his fingers under my chin as he raised my face back to his. His thumb gently wipes my tears away.

So please be mine tonight, Let your wall down and let me in your heart right now. I hope you catch the words in my voice and not the hate in the world. Fall in love before it falls apart with regret. Ooh baby,would you please believe these words I say right now and watch the crowd disappeared like the sunset until it's just you and me,shimmering in the dark.... Oohh oohh darling, please be mine..' Ryder kept singing those words over and over again while staring at me. The more he sang those words, the more I felt my wall actually crumbling bit by bit until nothing was left other than the sheer realization of what he was saying.

Aria teased. Philip flushed. “Aria… do you still believe in love?” Aria went silent, turning to look out the window at the sky. Blue skies, free-floating clouds… that had been her dream during those six months in prison. Freedom. But now that she was truly free, her heart no longer had a home. “I don’t know,” she murmured. “Maybe… I just haven’t met someone who can make my heart race again. Not with this body… Who could ever love someone like me?”

I called Cameron after that. He said gently, "Nessa, you don't have to lie to make me pay more attention to you. Zoe is just my ex-girlfriend. You're the one I love, and this will never change. I've got to work late tonight, so I'll be back late. Don't wait up for me." I hung up and walked out onto the streets, feeling lost. When I passed a restaurant, I stopped and stared in disbelief through the window at the three people inside.

"Because you’ve always been mine. And no one can change that." I hated how my body reacted. Hated how my knees weakened. Hated how, deep down, a part of me knew— He was right.

A sweet, unfamiliar female voice came from the other end. Her mind went blank. With a loud thud, her phone slipped from her hand and hit the floor. The line turned chaotic for a moment. After a while, she finally heard his voice. “Sweetheart?” He called her several times before she slowly bent down to pick up the phone. She asked in disbelief, “Who was that just now?” James quickly explained, “No one. I was discussing a project. A partner grabbed the wrong phone by mistake. Don’t misunderstand.” Before she could press further, he changed the subject.

The framed document still on the wall. The professional distance maintained. The morning light on the east window falling on nothing that was mine. No kitchen table. No nursery with the slightly uneven corner piece. No letter written at two in the morning for forty minutes. No Hope saying more. No Hope saying being afraid of the good things just means they are real. No board seat earned entirely on merit. No MBA on a wall with both names on the door. No coffee brought every morning for eight years. No this. None of it.

Novia flinched for a moment, her eyes quickly welling up with tears, and she looked at me without saying a word. "How is my baby?" I inquired, tears unconsciously welling up in my eyes. Novia lowered her head and let out a small sniffle before looking up at me, trying to muster a smile as she spoke soothingly, "Freya..." "He's gone, isn't he? I lost him," I whispered softly, unable to hold back the tears that blurred my vision. I turned my head and stared up at the ceiling, continuing to speak to myself, "I've always felt so useless, unable to protect the ones I love. I couldn't save my mom, and now I couldn't keep my child."

“Why? Why is it that nobody can love me, not even you?” Dr. Levine’s voice softened further, filled with empathy. “Samantha, it’s not that you’re unlovable. You have so much worth, so much value. But I’m not the one who can give you what you’re searching for. Love doesn’t come from trying to force someone else to fill that space.” She shook her head, squeezing her eyes shut as her sobs grew louder, raw with years of loneliness. “Then who will?” she cried, her voice rising with desperation. “Who’s ever going to want me?”

"No one is going to love you..." I put my hands over my ears and closed my eyes tightly... "Please, stop! That is enough. " "No one is going to love you..." "Aaaaahhh! That is enough! That js enough!" "No one is going to love you..." "Please, stop! You're not the real deal!" "Bye, Sheena..." "Stop right now!" I stood up and looked around, realizing I was in a hospital. I jumped out of bed and ran out of the room quickly.