The Unwanted Novels & Stories

“I don't know what you're getting at, but what attracted me most to him, I repeat, goes beyond the physical, it involves the emotional! Of course, the physicist also counted... I am not and have never been an easy woman to win over... In an interview before I met him, long before... I made it clear to my fans that, because of some traumatic events during my childhood and adolescence, I became repelled by men who insisted on approaching me ... My psychologist called it “unwanted attractiveness syndrome”. When you have a very attractive appearance, “a feeling of repudiation is created due to excessive harassment”, according to the specialist.

I felt a pang in my heart. '''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''' "Jealousy yeah" "Yeah it's an unwanted gift of love." "Please continue we have very little time left."

For you to get rid of us,you'll have to get rid of yourself. They did not exist. They are not real. 'Remember how you used to cut? Do you miss your red bracelets? How you created them on the bathroom floor. In your bedroom. In class when no one was around. How old were we then?' 'Started at ten.' Another voice replied. They sighed. 'it's been so long,Aria.' "Quit calling my name." I yelled when they refused to shut up. 'Get rid of us,Aria. Try it.'

A few months later, Mathias and the Dentworths came up with a plan after realizing that they had completely lost track of us. They began spreading false news on the Internet. Trending topics such as "#Devil-in-law abuses daughter-in-law", "#What should I do if my mother-in-law sells the apartment I bought using my savings", and "#My in-laws escaped with all of our money, and now my family can't survive because of them" began appearing on Twitter.

he said while starting to compose himself. “Well, what if I don’t want a mate, I mean seriously do we even get a choice” I said a little upset. “Wait you don’t want a mate?” he asked sounding a little worried. “I don’t know I mean honestly it seems like we don’t even get to choose who we spend our life with, it’s one minute you might not even know them and then the next you would die for them and you might not even like them as a person, they could be the biggest asshole in the universe and you still are stuck with them, forever” I was babbling “I want to experience normal things before the mate thing happens, but if she growls whenever someone who isn’t my mate touches us then it will be ha

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.

"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"

Unless. The person wasn't in the cabin when I discovered it. The scent that must have lingered on must have belonged to the man and must have remained in the air because it hadn't been that long since that person left. I face-palmed myself as I realized that I had unwillingly destroyed something that could have been my weapon. And all because of what? Because I became suspicious of people who stood by me and helped me make the pack into what it was.

Their children also help, and I've become close to most of them, so I feel like a big sister. Jelena keeps pushing me to get out and try to find my mate, but a big part of me doesn't want to lose the only family I've ever known. I'm scared of being out in the world alone. However, that's not the only thing that I'm afraid of. I'm terrified if I leave, they'll forget about me, and once again, I'll be unwanted. That's one of the worst feelings in the world, feeling like no one wants you or cares for you.

I feel every part of me ache as I try to move my body. I can feel the cold marble floor touching my bare skin, and... and a sticky liquid seemingly surrounding me. I tried to recall what happened last night. The supposed to be party. --Noona, can you believe we're sixteen already?! Hey, noona? Why do you seem distracted? -- The unusual feeling. --N-nothing, I just feel... weird... -- Our smiling faces... --Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday my sweet child, happy birthday to you... --