Why Do I Feel Unwanted Novels & Stories

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.

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.

Would he whisper things in that low tone, telling me I was swollen, wet, needing more than just his fingers? God. I pressed my lips together, fighting the moan rising in my throat. William never made me feel like this. Not from across a crowded room. Not without touching me. And that was the problem. The actual problem wasn’t meeting a gynacologist. It was me. I was craving sex with the wrong man. My husband. I swear, it's like my body has this weird trick where it just numbs any sexual feeling. I might be all excited by William's silly behavior, wanting him so badly, but the moment he gets intimate with me, it’s like I turn off and feel utterly useless all over again.

Who does not want lose me for a sec? We are so close to each other. So close. I should feel bad but I am feeling so good. I want to sleep in this arm whole life. I really want to but what he said our first it start ringing "I am not interested in you. I feel so disturb when I see you" It make me cry always. I hate to admit it torn me into pieces when I get to know it was just a business marriage he never wanted me. I am just a UNWANTED UGLY WIFE for him. He was never interested in me.

As I looked at it, I couldn’t imagine how kids could bear to lose theirs in an attic or in the back of a car. As I thought about it, I got angrier. Tears were rolling down my cheeks, and I wasn’t even aware of it. The last thing I wanted was to be the talk of the town…especially when it came to being unwanted. My family had a lame tradition of marrying young and being wanted before the age of thirty-one. I just wanted to be invisible. I didn’t want to be the center of attention or unwanted talk at all. But with my dating history, I’d provided everybody at school some juicy things to talk about. I felt an arm around my shoulder, giving me a squeeze. I was startled to realize that I was no lon

My hand hovered near the handle, my body trembling with the effort it took not to open it. “Open the door,” he said quietly. “Please.” I rested my forehead against the wood again, mirroring him without him knowing. “I can’t,” I whispered. “You don’t want me.” “That’s not true.” A humorless smile curved my lips. “Then why does it feel like this?” I asked, even though he couldn’t hear me. “Why do I feel unwanted by my own mate?” Silence answered me. And that was all I needed. I straightened, wiped at my eyes quickly, and grabbed my bags.

My mother is still regretting the fact that she didn't get to marry the man she loved and I am hoping the same mistake won't happen to me. I am only with Jordan because of our child, we don't love each other. I want to love my life, aside from being his unwanted bride. I am already tired of being tagged unwanted, everything about me screams unwanted. The maids in the house knows that I am their boss's unwanted wife and because no one outside our home and immediate family recognizes me as his bride. It feels right but sad. I want to experience love in a good soul and I want to be loved. Finding love is definitely not here in Jordan’s home.

“Make me understand, make me understand why you always reject me. It’s strange, makes me feel like I’m not good enough.” “I wouldn’t let you carry my child if you’re not good enough.” He countered her words, cupping her face in his hands. “You’re an amazing person.” “So, why?” She leaned into his touch. Her weakness. “Why do you refuse me? Why don’t you want me?” “I want you, Marina. I want you every time. I want you even when I shouldn’t want you.” “I feel unwanted whenever you refuse me. Is there something more about it? We could fix it together.” To her, it wasn’t just about pleasuring his manhood. It was more.

This means I finally succeeded, but why do I feel kind of empty? Why? I am even staying inside their territory and have his son too, yet something is lacking. Why am I not feeling quite as happy as I thought I would? Is it because Winston is just actually taking advantage of my position in the organization? Why am I even worrying? Didn't I already set myself up fine even if Winston would not actually love me? I thought I would be fine even if he was just barely interested in me. Why do I have these feelings? Is this something to do with being greedy?

Because I don’t want to look at her. That girl in the mirror. The one who keeps getting back up for people who never choose her. My lips tremble as another cry escapes. I should be used to this. I should be used to being the second choice. To not being loved. My parents made sure I knew what it felt like to be unwanted. They didn’t raise me. They trained me for profit. For men. They didn't love me. They sold me. At fucking thirteen years old. And now here I am again. Married to a man who can’t even pretend to care that another woman is climbing all over him while his wife watches.