The Unwanted Novels & Stories

He brought out different kinds of emotions in me, and I was afraid I was starting to feel unnecessary feelings toward him. Oh gosh, this was not good! I had to refrain from having these unwanted emotions because they might become a problem with our setup in the future, and I didn't want that to happen. This was really, really bad...

I just hope that it is nothing too serious. “I know how much you resisted last time but please reconsider my offer. I would like you to come and live in my pack, but this time the offer is only temporary as there is a reason for this request.” He starts. “What is the reason?” I ask. “There is someone poking around you, they are ruthless and use others to get what they want. And right now what they want is you, or rather what you have.” “I see, so how would moving to your pack help me?” I ask.

I wanted to hear her whine, "I don't know how to cook, Christopher, come help me!" I wanted to hold her as she shrank into my arms, blushing as I teased her. Jessica was the woman I loved and the woman I wanted to spend forever with. I wanted our home to be filled with her presence. I wanted to grow old with her. Thinking of that, I quickly dialed her number, but her phone was turned off. A sense of unease crept up my spine. I asked the guys in the group chat what they thought, and they reassured me that she was probably just exhausted. A wedding was a huge event, after all.

Even if it meant sacrificing my own happiness, my own well-being. The realization was a crushing blow, a painful truth that I couldn't escape. I felt like I was a burden, a weight that no one wanted to carry. I was a constant reminder of something unwanted, something unloved. I thought about all the times I had tried to reach out, to connect with others, only to be rejected or ignored. I thought about all the times I had felt like I was on the outside looking in, like I didn't belong. The feeling of being unwanted was a heavy one, a weight that pressed down on me, making it hard to breathe. I felt like I was drowning in a sea of rejection, with no lifeline to cling to.

They come uninvited and unwanted. The barriers meant to keep them out have been broken, allowing their unscrupulous thoughts and desires to stay hidden from the outside world. They are thieves, invading in the cloak of night, scavenging a hiding place for their foul intentions. I am sickened, yet I deeply desire what they have, wishing I could be cherished in the same way.

"You could buy me a bouquet of flowers every once in a while, accompanied by lots and lots of chocolate" "Okay I hear that but let's talk about you, what do you want?" "What I want?", I prompted, and he nodded his head. "I want forehead kisses, cuddles and being showered with random gifts. I want to eat ice cream with someone late at night when I can't sleep. I want to dance in the rain or in the hallway. I want pillow fights and out of the blue kisses on the lips. I want to be held safely at night, long enough until I fall asleep. I just want to love, and be loved in return without questioning the other persons intentions. Overall, I just want to be appreciated"

I turn around and see an unknown face looking down at me with a smirk. "Wanna dance, sexy?" he slurs, as he sways slightly on his legs, telling me he is drunk as hell too. I nod, not thinking too much about it. I mean, it is just a dance, and it is not like anything can go wrong. It is no big deal. He pulls us to the dance floor, then he places his hands on my waist while I place mine on his shoulder and we both sway to the beat. It is a decent, innocent dance and I try to enjoy it while ignoring the unsettling feeling of being unwanted that fills my chest.

I faced both of them to explain and to stop nagging. "Guys let's make things clear, I don't have a relationship with Dave Arkiel and we will never have a relationship because he has a girlfriend and another one whatever we have now we are meeting, or even talking. That's because we need to stop the marriage arrangement . Because we both didn't like that. So please stop teasing us. He already has a girlfriend and I don't want to ruin whatever they have." I explained to my two naughty friends. "Fine." They both said at the same time.

“4. No cursing. At all.” “Hold on. Swearing is an act we all do when we are angry so no can do. That’s the only thing I love in this damn world.” I muttered. “5. Don't interrupt when a person is speaking.” He nevertheless continued. “6. No drugs or smoking. 7. No boyfriends or any male friends. If you want than the brothers should approve of it.” “The fuck?” Mumbling, I bit my lip to stop the smirk that was threatening to erupt. “Oh my, than I have to breakup with Ben-10? He was the love of my life.” I dramatically spoke, placing my hand on the chest to feel the nonexistent pain.

I don’t want to lose him. “Don’t take it out on her. It was my fuck up, not hers.” Marcus needs to stay quiet. I don’t think anything he says right now will help. “I don’t care whose fuck up it was. I won’t bring up someone else’s baby ever.” Turning, I walk back upstairs. Grabbing out the laptop, I search for clinics. Booking online, I sort out the date to deal with this mess. The baby is clearly unwanted, and I don’t know if I want it and already it has caused so much trouble.