Will Never Be Enough Novels & Stories

Why does it never feel enough? "You do know that you can talk to me, right? Only if and when you want to, Maverick. I just want you to know that regardless of what you think, regardless of what you are made to believe, I have and will always love you. And you will always, always be my son. Always." "I know," I said tightly, looking up at the ceiling in a bid to stop the tears gathering in my eyes. "I know, Mama," I said again. "I'm just not strong enough, yet. I still feel like a failure..."

Whatever has happened, whatever I have gone through to get to this point, I have promised myself to not begrudge and moan about the past, but instead, look forward to the life I have yet to live with my mate. This is all I can think about when I look at my mate. My mate. My mate. My mate. I don’t think I will ever be able to stop saying these words inside my head because they feel too good to be true. Sometimes, I feel like a teenager, who has just found his mate, but I can’t help how happy this fact makes me.

I was sent spiraling into the dark, the light fading, my strength gone. I wasn’t strong enough. I wasn’t enough. Never enough.

That's when I realize, that my love for Habbab, will never be enough to extinguish all the hatred in his heart. I am not enough. And I never will be.

When I try to hold and help her, my hand just penetrated. It pains me to see her in that kind of situation because even though I didn’t know her, I understand how it feels. Because I also saw that kind of pain in the eyes of my loved ones when they hear from the doctor that I’m gone. When I didn’t do my best to fight and stay for them. When I leave them. I think one of the reasons why I’m still wandering around is because of that guilt, the guilt that I leave them without even saying a proper goodbye.

When her breath came it shuddered gasps, it was like a stab to the heart each and every second. “No,” she shook her head. “What’s wrong with me? Why…. Why don’t you and Mick want to have pups with me, and why…..” She took a ragged breath, and my heart continued to tear to pieces. “Why do I never feel like enough?”

“Tired, but fine." "Do you need anything? I’m here, moonbeam. I’ll get you anything you need. Be anything you need." How long had I yearned for someone to say that to me, to offer to be my everything? I’d just been waiting to hear it said by the one man who never would. But I couldn’t get lost in the “if only” right now. "No. Just..." I close my eyes, searching for the words that would never be enough. "Thank you. For being there."

"That's what matters. That's all that matters. That's everything. That's enough. That's more than enough. That's all I ever needed. That's all I ever wanted. That's all I'll ever need. That's all I'll ever want. That's all I'll ever hold." "Is it? Is it really? Is it enough? Is it enough to make up for the years? Is it enough to make up for the silence? Is it enough to make up for the pain? Is it enough to make up for the lost time? Is it enough to make up for the tears? Is it enough to make up for the nights I spent alone? Is it enough to make up for the empty bed?"

And then, finally, his voice broke. “I can’t do this,” he whispered. His head dipped forward, and I felt his breath against my neck, shaky. “I can’t… It’s never enough. No matter how hard I try, it’s never enough.” My heart ached at the vulnerability in his words. “What do you mean?” I asked softly, brushing his hair back from his forehead. “Nicholas, talk to me. I’m here.” He let out a shuddering breath "Do you know what it’s like to be told every day that you’re worthless unless you’re perfect?”

To feel her from the inside, to know what it’s like for those tight muscles of hers to grip me and milk me dry. No matter how many times I have her, I don’t think it will ever be enough. And one time would be too many. How much harder did I just make my life?