Why Do I Suck Novels & Stories

I murmured. “Guys, I think I'm falling sick at this point. I'm feeling sickness in my guts. I think I'm getting sick.” River added.

I tried to muster a smile but it was getting extremely hard for me when every time I'm giving my best all my efforts are being ignored like it's worthless. "Why do they do this?" I sighed. "Is it because I'm young?" I looked up at Stella and I hated the way my eyes brimmed with tears. I don't want to be seen as someone weak but I still feel like an outsider among all these people and it's taking a toll on me. Nothing in my life seems to be going right.

But I keep on sucking. To keep from crying out any louder, you put your fist in your mouth and scream into it. Your thighs quivered and shake and you gasped for breath. Crying out to me now: "SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!! YOU HAVE TO SUCK ME HARDER! HURT ME BABY!!. SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME!! SUCK ME HARDER!!! OHHH GOD BABY!! HARDER! HARDER! HARDER DAM IT!! OHHH YES!!! LIKE THAT!! JUST LIKE THAT!! AHHHHHH. AHHHHHHHH. YESSSSSSSSSS. JESUS!! THAT'S IT!! OH GOD YES!! THAT"S IT!! YESSSSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSS. YESSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Jace suggested. “A banjo pick?” “Yeah, they slip over the tip of your finger. You don’t have to hold them.” Trey sighed. “Fuuuuck, this sucks.” He shook his head. “I suck.” Sed clapped him on the back vigorously. “We should have conked you on the head years ago. The fans love it.” “The fans love that I suck?” Sed shook his hand. “The fans love your devotion. They know you’re out there for them.”

“Oh, Liv, I’m really sorry about that. People suck. Hey, don’t worry ok, this will go away eventually, you just have to hang in there for a little longer. At least you have Handsome Intruder to keep yourself entertained in the meantime. ” I smile and blush. Yes, I do.

I sucked at biology. "Here goes fucking nothing."

I feel like an asshole. “It’s just I don’t want to have a pup that I don’t want to have. You know?”

“The others aren’t like that.” “That’s because they are sometimes too impatient to wait for you. I’m the patient one.” He shrugs. Desmond’s right. He is the patient one. “Why are you crying?” Desmond asks. I sigh. “I just… I don’t know. I feel like a monster. But on top of that, I also feel like I’m not a good enough monster. Like, why can’t I cause an earthquake when I want to? It only happens when I don’t mean it to. I suck.”

Lifting my right foot, I stomp the screen over and over again until the images stop and my foot comes away bloody. “FUUUUUCK!” Fuck you, Arthur Drake, you insensitive, incestuous bastard! You’d rather marry your fucking sister than marry me. Why? Everyone else wants me. Why don’t you? Why am I not good enough for you? I never was good enough, was I? I’m never good enough for anyone. Fuck. My. Life.

— I sucked at you. A wave of fervor and electricity washed over my body in a maddening way. I pulled my arms from his and pulled away from his cozy body so I could breathe in something other than his scent. A strong lump tightened in my throat without any explanation and in my head the neurons worked bent. Maybe sleep deprivation was driving me crazy. Or maybe I cared too much about Ian Caccini's opinion of me and his well— being. And why?