Why Do I Feel Unwanted Novels & Stories

“I deserve to be loved back. I deserve someone who will never make me feel unwanted. Someone who will see my worth.” Her worth. God, how many times had he made her question it? Lucas clenched his fists, guilt and regret burning through him. He had made her feel unwanted. She had stood beside him for years, silently hoping he would one day choose her. But he never did—not really. He had wasted so many years convincing himself that he was doing the right thing by not leading her on, by keeping his heart guarded. He thought he was protecting them both. But really, all he did was slowly, silently destroy her.

My stomach twisted violently, bile burning the back of my throat. I wanted to puke right now. His grip on my arm loosened, but his eyes never left mine. He was testing me, watching to see if I’d obey or defy him. I could feel the weight of the pack’s stares, the judgment in their eyes. If I refused, what would he do? What would they do? I lifted the meat slightly, hesitating. My heart pounded against my ribs. I couldn't do this. But I also didn’t want to be killed right now.

He didn't go out and socialize with others, nor did he actively go job-hunting. In his words, he claimed that the employers of high-paying jobs didn't want him. At the same time, he felt that the recruiters of low-paying jobs had low social standing. Also, he wouldn't be able to earn much. But whose fault was that? Back when Mathias was still studying, Thomas and I kept lecturing and nagging him. But he refused to listen to us. Even when we tried to go all authoritarian on him, he still refused to listen. After that, his rebellious streak worsened.

A strange numbness took over me, A feeling of being powerless and left with no choice but to obey filled me. My hollow self pulled away from mother and left to my room without saying a word.Why me? Why do I have to marry the person I never want to? I can never love him, he knows things about me that my future husband shouldn't know at all cost and the same goes for me as I know things about him that I wasn't supposed to know. I don't want to marry him. Neither of us can do it... We can't.....

Elena took it happily and went from there. Sebastian broke down on his knees. Just one sentence started playing in his mind. "You are an unwanted person Mr. Sebastian Knight Unwanted person "I am a unwanted person" Sebastian whispered to himself while tears rolled down on his cheeks.... "Nooooo" Shouting this Sebastian woke up from sleep and found himself on the floor. Alcohol bottles were laying all over the ground. Sebastian looked around but he couldn't find his Elena. "She wasn't happy with me. She loves her boyfriend. She wants divorce" Sebastian whispered to himself.

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 Aidan 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 Aidan's home.

There is also the instance where I feel like she knows she is unwanted around here the majority of the time that she is here because she can sense our negative energy so whenever we are about to make up an excuse to tell her no, we always feel super bad about it. That is exactly what Callum was feeling right now. “Come on. Do this for me, please? I have been making excuses not to be around her for months. I think it is about time we hang out with the poor girl. You know I would have gone out with you guys but considering that I am pregnant now I do not want to risk anything happening to me. Plus staying sober at a club all night while I am surrounded by delicious alcohol would be torture. I

She won’t give me any more chances because I don’t deserve them. When we get in the car, I can already feel myself being suffocated. There are too many things that are unsaid, yet nobody is saying anything. The atmosphere is smothering; it’s like somebody has their hand wrapped around my neck and pressing on my throat to kill me, but I know that I’m that person. I’m killing myself with my own hands. I just want to jump out of the car. I know I’m unwanted.

Also, I needed to get out of here. Meera and Roscoe never once made me feel unwelcome, but watching them show affection for each other made me miss Les terribly. Aside from that, I had been feeling horny lately, craving his touch, and that just made me feel more and more terrible. I made the right decision to walk away, so why do I feel so wrong about it? Why do I wake up missing him and wishing he was in bed with me? Or rather wishing I was woken up with the feeling of his dick inside me and his hands on throat, possessing my body like he owns it.

And as he does so, he answers the question he literally forced me to ask while my moans and screams are confused with eachother. "No one else fucking wants you", his moves are so tight and almost forceful that I can't help but wonder how in the world he still has all that stamina that it make me crumble, but physically and psychologically. His use of words and the violence make me truly feel unwanted. It makes me feel like I am all alone and what I truly want at this moment is to run away