Dangers Of Dating An Insecure Woman Novels & Stories

she smiled seductively. He laughed lightly, "You know what I mean." "If you come with me, we can do this more often ... I'd feel much safer with you, we don't have to be alone and miserable," she kissed his nipple. "Being with me does not make you any safer ... there's a lot of people still looking for me out there, you could be in more danger than you are now," he stroked her cheek. "But you'll be there to protect me, right?" "They might make you a target just to hurt me ... it might take years before I can be sure that it's safe to be with someone ... it's too dangerous," he explained.

"Do you hate me for throwing so many restrictions at you? If yes then don't. You're everything Mayra, anyone would want you and that's the thing which scares me most. I thought that if you'll go to that club then someone might intrigue you and you'll forget about me. After all I am nothing but waste of space. Why would someone like you want to stay by my side?" Insecure? That means it wasn't his possessiveness but his insecurity. "Would you believe me if I tell you something?" I asked. "I don't trust you but I couldn't stop myself from believing you." He spoke calmly making me smile. "I've been looking for someone since the day I've heard my first fairy tale. Someone who would take my breath

“Yes, I have a past too, and it’s not a very pretty one at that. This is why I won’t mindlessly submit myself to a moment’s passion, to a moment’s burst of emotion that comes out of nowhere, and make my decision based on that. I won’t simply hand myself over to a man who has to hesitate when asked to choose between me and another woman. “What I want is not a powerful attraction. Even a hint of love is enough for me since love will continue to grow as time goes on. What I don’t want is uncertainty because I am… I’m very insecure about men, or to be more exact, I don’t trust them. “It’s because I don’t trust them that Max’s betrayal turned out to be that much more hurtful and depressing for me

“I’m not insecure, and I do trust my mate! Why are you trying to make me doubt my relationship? Ever since you came, you’ve been doing things to get me angry and doubt my mate, but I came here to tell you that nothing you do or say would make me doubt my mate.” She laughed and clapped her hands together. “Oh boo woo….” “If I wanted to make Duncan mine, I would have. You know why? Because you don’t trust him and will definitely push him to the wall some day with your insecurities issues.” she lashed. “I’m not trying to make you doubt your relationship. I’m just trying to make you see the truth. It’s okay to have insecurities, Selena. It’s only natural.”

He is not the nice guy from the romance movies, who is going to give me the best love story ever, he is Roman, the guy who gets what he wants, when he wants it and without worrying about using whatever methods are necessary, being quite honest I am a toy in his hands, he can change his mind any second about this, and this possibility does not please me. The downside of making insecure bets is not knowing what the next step will be, we have broken a line that there is no way to repair and I wonder if he thinks about this too, about how things have changed for us and if he ever regrets it. The fact is that we both got things mixed up, which was bound to happen since it all happened so fast, an

“Can I ask what happened that is making you believe that she would be willing to leave you?? Because knowing you, I know that you would not be having the men corner the city this way if nothing happened. To say the least…” “Things took a wrong turn and she wanted nothing more than to be away from me. Now, I understand that she might need to cool down and that things might be taking a toll on her, but I don’t want is for her to be in a place that I did not know.” I said, and he nodded. It was one thing to give our women their privacy, and I was never one to force myself on a woman and her space; but it was a completely different state when I did not know where my woman was. The number of dang

After being consoled by my friend Liz, who cleaned my wounds, I returned safely to the yacht with the memory of a bad adventure caused by the mysterious sea currents. Furthermore, I don't understand why humans have to complicate everything because we cannot succumb to our passions without being afraid of what people will say or leave a bad impression. This is even more complicated for women. If we take the initiative, we are in danger of passing as easy girls, and no guy will want to marry a tramp. Or there is the other extreme: if we do nothing, our man can go with another one that will secure it by giving him what he wants. An old woman said that men only want us for the bed. It may be som

I hurried up the staircase a little faster, reminding myself that along with sex, women came with something far more dangerous: Feelings. I shuddered and shook my head. Feelings I could do without. As soon as feelings were involved, shit got nasty. When you let someone in, you let them cut into you and expose your soft inner tissue so they could see everything and know you inside and out, the good and the bad, the strong and the weak, the bitter and the ugly. And as soon as you trusted them with your most vulnerable bits, that’s when they struck, when they belittled and nitpicked, when they scoffed and pointed, when they humiliated and hurt you the most, and then eventually turned away, leav

“I don’t think he’ll make it without them.” “But we’ll be caught.” “I’m not leaving without him. I want to help you, Annia – but I’m only here for him.” She nibbled at her lower lip. It was pale, so pale it was almost blue, and chapped. “What’s it like? Having a mate?” “It’s – it’s dangerous,” I admitted. “Because feeling that strongly about anyone… It makes you passionate. It makes you willing to risk anything and everything for that person.” “It sounds romantic,” she said dreamily.

“Do you think I’m happy about this? I’ve been trying to move on, to build something real with you! But you’re always so insecure, always doubting what we have!” “Insecure?” I echo, incredulous. “How could I not be, when you call out her name while we’re making love? How am I supposed to feel secure in a relationship where I’m constantly wondering if you’re still in love with someone else?” Rion runs a hand through his hair, his expression pained. “I thought we were getting somewhere, Jas. I thought we were building something real. But maybe you’re right. Maybe I’m not ready. Maybe I’ve only ever loved one woman, and you’re not her, Jaselyn.”