Will Never Be Enough Novels & Stories

Why am I never enough? Right now, I feel like giving up on love completely. Maybe love was never meant for me. Maybe it’s not part of my destiny. Maybe I’ve been chasing a fairytale that was never mine to begin with. The truth hits me hard, Luca doesn’t love me. And he never will. I don’t want to keep doing this to myself. I’ve had enough.

I was never enough. For my father, for my siblings, for my clan, I was never enough. And no matter how hard I work, how many plans I make for the future, the constant reminder of how unwanted I am never stops looming over my head. My heart feels like it will burst out of my chest, it’s beating so painfully hard.

Brandon can't imagine inflicting that on him, no matter the gain. He knows what it's like to feel like you're never good enough, no matter how hard you try, that all your efforts are futile because your dreams of making someone proud, of being loved, of deserving happiness are lightyears away.He never wants to feel that way again, and the thought of others feeling even a sliver of this chips away at his very soul. He can't do that to him.

I actually I'm giving my best. But honestly, I don't know if my best is enough. Please kindly drop gems and also a thumbs up for this if you are feeling my story okay.

“To know she is entirely genuine with you and entirely genuine with someone else simultaneously. That you are not enough. That you have never been enough.” “That’s not—” “Don’t.” His hand came up, stopping me, a wall not a touch. “Don’t tell me what it is. I was there.” “You are enough,” I said. My voice broke on it. “Nate, you are more than—” “If I were enough, you wouldn’t have needed him.” I opened my mouth and nothing came out.

She stood at the window and finished the coffee. Not enough and not the right thing had been the whole shape of it from the beginning. She had known that. She had always known that. She had spent fifteen years trying to make not enough become enough through proximity and patience and being present and being useful and finally through making sure the alternative was smaller than she was. None of it had worked. None of it was ever going to work. A person who was not enough was always going to be not enough no matter what you did to the alternative. She rinsed the cup. She got dressed. She left.

“I was too weak once, too weak to save my sisters and too late to do anything. And when I saw him there, standing over her crib... I thought I was too late again.” I want to reach out, to tell him I’m here, but something keeps me still. Maybe it’s the vulnerability in his voice, the way he’s letting himself fall apart in the quiet of the night, thinking I’m asleep. “I don’t know if I’ll ever be enough,” he continues, his voice rough. “Enough to keep you both safe. I tell myself I will be, that I’ll do whatever it takes, but sometimes... sometimes it feels like the world is against us.”

Not from us. “I’m scared of not being enough,” I said, my words tumbling out in a rush. “Of failing you. Of failing our baby. Of not being the person you think I am.” Stefan reached out, gently cupping my face with his hand, his touch warm and grounding. “Shania, look at me.” His voice was calm but firm, and I did as he asked, meeting his gaze. “You’re already enough. You’ve always been enough. And no matter what happens, I will never let you feel like you’re failing. Not while I’m here.”

She succeeded at first, but the young man immediately returned his hold on her. "And I don't want to feel that pain again. You feel like you are worthless. You didn't do anything good, because no matter how hard you try to be accepted by the people around you, for them, you are not enough. And you will never be enough.” Fresh hot tears are now streaming down her face. "And I'm afraid because the time will come that you'll get to the point where you'll get bored with everything."

she muttered between sobs, her voice breaking with every word. But no matter how much she tried to blame herself, the hurt didn’t lessen. Instead, it consumed her, growing bigger and darker, like a storm cloud that wouldn’t pass. “I wasn’t enough,” she whispered, the thought slicing through her like a knife. She closed her eyes, fresh tears spilling over as she let the words sink in. “I’ll never be enough.” The ache in her voice cracked under the weight of her grief, the words falling from her lips as if speaking them would somehow lighten the pain...