Will Never Be Enough Novels & Stories

And besides, I’ll just find someone to pick them out for me before I mess it up completely. I sigh, a small smile curving my lips. “You’re impossible,” I whisper to the empty room. I glance around. The people in my life love me. They do. Clarissa, Ronan, Ivan… even strangers like Madame Fournier. They’ve all tried, in their own ways, to fill the empty spaces. So why does it still feel like something’s missing? Why does love never feel like enough? I press a hand to my heart, feeling its steady beat beneath my palm. “Maybe I am greedy,” I whisper. “Wanting more when I already have so much.”

Henry shouted, "No! Yelena, I will never divorce you! And the child—why did you never tell me about it?" His voice trembled as he spoke. He was probably regretting it, but what was the use of regret? We could never go back. No matter how hard he tried, it was over. "I will never agree to a divorce!" Henry insisted. "Don't joke with me. This isn't funny at all." So, he thought I was joking.

But even that grew hollow, like pressing fingers to an old scar. Finally I had enough and one Friday night, something inside me cracked. I didn’t want to waste away my good years, it would be unfair to myself and I was already as pathetic as any other trophy wife or maybe even more pathetic since am in a sexless marriage with a man am not sure is even straight or flesh and blood! Anyways there’s this saying that goes how much is enough??

A/P "Don't ever think you aren't good enough for anything. There are a lot of things you may be too good for, but not anything you're not good enough for." ~A/N

It will never be enough. It is his fault I lost the only person I have ever loved and he keeps on trying to find a replacement. None of them will ever be enough. Maybe except her. No, fuck her! She will just be like the rest of them. I want nothing to do with her.

That got a small chuckle out of him, but it was faint – hollow. She waited, watching him closely, before finally asking, “Do you want to talk about it?” Elliot hesitated. He let out a long sigh, resting his elbow on the table. His fingers traced the rim of his glass. “Have you ever felt like… no matter how much you try, it’s never enough?” Yerin’s chest tightened. Yes. Every damn day. But she swallowed the words back and nodded. “Yeah. I have.”

I had begged him not to care so much about Paris, to spend more time with me, and to celebrate holidays on the actual day, not after. Alas, he never understood. He always told me I was being unreasonable. He said he wanted a partner who could understand his position, because Paris once had a miscarriage for him. Now that I’d finally made up my mind to walk away, he became the one clinging to the relationship. How ironic. “There’s no point,” I said softly. “Once love is broken, it can’t be put back together. Honestly, I think you and Paris are a better match.” I packed the wedding album into my suitcase and continued sorting my things. James watched me silently before going back into the bedr

It feels like you're not enough. Tears stream down my face as the emotions overwhelm me. I sob loudly, the sound echoing through the empty halls. "Why couldn't I be enough?" I cry out. "Why couldn't I give him what he wants?" The questions swirl in my mind, tormenting me. Rohan's words, "You're enough, Diana," ring hollow now. He doesn't mean it. He's just trying to soothe my battered ego. But deep down, I know the truth. I'm not enough. Valerie's triplets proved that.

“I was never enough. Not for the orphanage. Not for the people who adopted me. And never for Ryan. Meanwhile, you were always enough for everyone. Even without trying.” Adele finally inhaled softly. She shook her head, “So much anger. So much loudness for something so wrong and misunderstood.”

“You’re just realizing I was a little bounce back? Is that it?” Haven halted pacing and faced her, blame composed over his face. “No, it’s not like that. I care about you, Vanessa I truly do. But it’s like I’ve been trying to fix up this colossal gap inside me, and no matter what we do, it’s still there.” Vanessa swung her legs over the side of the bed, her voice sharp. “So I’m not enough. Is that what you’re saying?” “No.” Haven shook his head fervently. “I’m saying I don’t even know what enough is anymore.”