Will Never Be Enough Novels & Stories

“All my life, I’ve done as you asked… Did I still not achieve what I was supposed to achieve? Am I still not enough?!” I didn’t know exactly what papa was trying to say. All my life I’ve tried to please him. All my life, I’ve followed him. I never questioned his decisions. Even when he would lock me inside my bedroom at times, for several days or months just because he thought I’ve had done something unsatisfactory, or just because I reminded him of my mama, I did not complain… And yet, how can I never be enough? When will I be good enough for anything?

She stood beneath it, motionless, letting it fall over her like rain over stone. It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. The fire was inside her now. And no amount of cold could wash it away. ---

“This isn’t nearly enough.” It wasn’t enough. It would never be enough. Nothing that this woman did would ever be enough for me. I was realizing that when it came to Serenity, I was a greedy man who wanted to see each and every one of her expressions. Hear each and every noise that she was capable of making. And I wanted to witness all her emotions. “I don’t think I’ll ever be able to get enough of you.” I whisper, working her to another orgasm. “Never.”

Then he was gone, disappearing down the hall like he had never been there, leaving me alone, trembling, and more aware than ever that my carefully constructed walls were beginning to crack. And in the quiet, one thought lingered, dangerous and undeniable: This isn’t hate anymore. Not entirely. And once the walls fall… nothing will ever be the same.

“That’s poetic, Wyatt.” “That’s my life right now.” Silence stretched between us. It felt heavy, like there were many things we did not say. “I wish I could be there,” he said quietly. “For Fashion Week, to support you. But I can’t” My chest tightened. I had known he would not come. But hearing him say it made it feel real. “Wyatt…” I whispered. “It’s fine. You have things to handle. Important family things.” “So do you. You’re important too.”

“ There is never a situation or a world or a universe where love isn't enough. L ove is always enough. It can break, build and destroy. Love will always be enough.

Like it was so wrong to even look up to him. That at any time, at least once, I could never dream of him. Because as I look at him from afar ... I feel, ever, I will never matter to him. I will never be enough. Never. Not even in my wildest dreams.

I guess I just caved in first. All I want is love that lasts Is all I want too much to ask? Is it something wrong with me? All I want is a good guy Are my expectations far too high? Try my best but what can I say? All I have is myself at the end of the day Shouldn't that be enough for me?

I panicked and called again hoping it was not what I thought but the call was getting declined each time I called. I don't know why I'm feeling this way, it's not as if I'm enough for him. He can go out there and do whatever he wants why I'm trapped in his house. My breathing was becoming ragged and I tried to calm down but it wasn't working, "I'm never enough for anyone" I whispered. It has always been my curse it's either I'm hated or unwanted, I was starting to wonder why he was acting all pitiful lately but this... Is just unexpected and evil.

“Everything I have. Everything I am.” “I can give him more.” “You don’t get it,” I said, my voice cracking despite my efforts. “Every time you say things like that, you remind me why I can’t let you stay. You make it sound like I’m not enough.” His expression softened, just a little. “That’s not what I mean.” “It’s what you say,” I replied. “And I won’t let my son grow up thinking his mother wasn’t good enough because she didn’t have your money.”