Why Why Novels & Stories

“Why do you have this?” Safiya’s voice was gentle but firm. “Because I was the one who made sure you were born.” Ayesha’s world tilted. “No.” She stepped back. Her mother watched her carefully. “Did you ever wonder why you were different, Ayesha?” Ayesha’s jaw tightened. She thought of all the times she had survived what should have killed her. All the times she had been faster, stronger, smarter than everyone else. Her ability to process information faster than normal.

His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking there. "Magnus?" he asked. I nodded, feeling an inexplicable urge to cry. Something dark flashed in his eyes. "Sit. Eat." I obeyed, perching on the edge of the bed and reaching for the food. Bread, cheese, fruit. Simple but enough. I ate slowly while Cassian watched, his brown eyes never leaving me. "Why do you care?" The question escaped before I could stop it. Cassian stiffened. "What?" "Why do you care if I eat or not?" I looked up at him, genuinely curious. "Your brothers don't."

“A little, but don’t worry about me. You’ve already said I’m not the reason you’re rejecting her, so I don’t feel responsible. It’s just a shame her feelings had to be hurt. That’s all.” He squinted and brought his eyebrows together in a line. “Helen, I don’t understand you. Wasn’t the reason you took off your makeup in front of me because you didn’t want your escort glamor tainting my feelings for you? Because you wanted me to fall in love with the real you? If you want to date me yourself, then why do you feel sorry for Laura?”

Trusting you again Leaving the pains Why not getting it back in return Why am I always in the fault? Why Me? THE END

"Why?" "Why can't he let me go? Why is he making me suffer all this? Why did he humiliate me? Why can't he just accept my rejection? Don't I have my feelings? Can't I choose what I want? Why does he still want to ruin my life like this just for his own selfishness?" "Why?" "Why is he making me despise him, loathe him? When my heart doesn't want to involve him anyway. Didn't he always tell me he loved me? Then how his love turned out to be this selfish.

As I listened to the three girls talk about some teacher and how she was the worst, I couldn’t help but ask the dreaded question — Why? As a rule, I never asked why; not even in my head. In the end, what did it matter? My life was what it was, for good or bad. Would knowing why Dad had to die in the car crash change my life in some way? Would knowing why Mike was so cruel make the punches hurt less? I didn’t think so. Yet, today I couldn’t help but ask. Why did I have to be hiding from werewolves instead of out there with those girls complaining about horrid teachers?

" WHYYY? WHAT DID I'VE DONE WRONG!! *Sniffed* WHY DOES THIS ALWAYS HAPPENED TO ME? WHY I'M SO FRAGILE? WHY I'M ALWAYS FOOLED BY SOMEONE? WHYYYYYY? " I cried, literally in pain. " Why does nobody loves me? " " I do love you! "