Why Do I Feel Unwanted Novels & Stories

I don't really know what I'd gain from being here but I needed to be here. I need to find out what's happening to me. And why I always think about her. Why I don't want her to be with someone else. And I desire for her to just be there, not attached to anything. It's k-lling me. There was a long line when I arrived but due to the sun going down, some people left to return the next day, so we were just three in the waiting room.

Reality Set In In the days that followed, I grappled with an overwhelming sense of being unwanted and unloved. Each moment transformed into a struggle, as I fought to keep my emotions at bay. Beneath the surface, bitterness and anger simmered, threatening to engulf me. I carried deep-seated resentment towards those who entered my life after my parents' passing, their presence a constant reminder of my loss.

"Look at me Xena, you might not see me again?" "Why?" I frowned as my face glowered. "I'm going on a trip, it could be deadly." It wasn't like I cared but the thought of not seeing my mate again even when he was a jerk made me so sad. He hadn't even marked me yet or made me feel I belonged to him so I didn't need to be sad. "Are you sad?" His voice pulled me back to reality. His hands were still on my slim waist and the way he moved them gave me a tingling sensation.

I never expected her to come here late at night just to ask me how I'm feeling. I just looked away. I can't express what I'm feeling right now. I feel distant to her just because of her treatment. I feel annoyed of her. I still need to distant myself to her. But why couldn't I do that now? Why even though I was annoyed with her a few times, I still wanted her to notice me? That I wasn't unwanted in this family? Why is that? And now that she's asking how I feel right now, I just want to outburst what I feel to my mother. I can not take it anymore.

I had been worried sick the past few hours because he didn't show up, something that was so unlike him. I call him after only for him to tell me he had a function to go to, not even apologizing for not calling in the first place to tell me he won't be showing up. A little heads-up never hurt anybody. I felt the sharpest pinch in my chest as I thought about it, I immediately felt unwanted and undesired. I wanted to call him back so badly to ask if there was anything worng, I even almost did but I finally decided against it. I would call him tomorrow morning to check up on him.

“I was leaving—” “You thought that I would let my mate leave me? Alone? At the mercy of the world? Unprotected? I’d rather die!” Alyssa put her hands above her head over the pillow as new frustration rose in her chest. “Don’t you understand Tova? I am… unwanted.” The word ‘unwanted’ boomed in the room. “My mother doesn’t want me, maybe because my father was killed and she still sees him in me. You don’t want me because I am a witch. Your parents are going to freak out if they find out that your mate is a witch.” Her throat choked with emotions.

Why do I feel like I'm depending on him too much? "How can I trust you? Why would I? "My voice cracked as I said those words and there I saw how pain crosses his eyes. "I--" "Can't you just let me go? "I weakly asked. I just want to get away from him. Because I don't know how I can take it if he's always there. It makes me want to run to him but I know I'm not able to. I know to myself that I can't. No, I won't.

I haven't had such wine before and I hope he's not trying to get me drunk "Don't worry I'm not going to get you drunk" The meal came and we started eating, there was this weird chemistry between us, maybe because he had sex once but he kept on looking at me at every chance he got. My throat got tighter, my hands became moist, and I couldn't eat properly although the food was really nice.

"Because I brought Celeste? I explained that—she invited herself—I didn't know she was coming until—" "This isn't about Celeste," I said, though again, that wasn't entirely true. "This is about you. About how you treat me. About the fact that I've spent a year feeling unwanted and unvalued and like I'm just... there. Taking up space in your life until something better comes along." "That's not true—"

My mouth felt a little sticky from swallowing his cum, and I was sure he could taste himself in my mouth, but he opted not to pull away or even say anything. The space between my legs pooled as I remembered how I sucked the man like a greedy little thing that was hungry. Maybe I was indeed hungry as my body yearned for a man's touch. The tension had been building up in me for a while now, and the incident with Miss Kardashian only added to it. Gosh! That evil woman! I didn't even want to remember.