Deeply Affectionate Novels & Stories

“I will not. I promise.” She grabs my shirt and pulls me towards her and buries her face in my shirt. I hear her inhale my sent before asking, “What you were doing. Is that called affection?” I gasp. “Do you not know what affection is my love?” “I have a concept of it from reading but I’m not sure.” She whispered. “Yes, that is what considered affection. Do you want to know what else is affection?” I asked her seriously putting my cheek on her head.

Again, ridiculous. At the risk of sounding borderline disrespectful, I genuinely believed The Moon goddess had dropped the ball on that one. There shouldn't be caveats to loving someone. Only pure affection for this person without the fear of losing yourself entirely when you lose them. Deep down, I had no idea how much would change in just a few days...How much my view on the entire topic would shift... ***

Olivia starts, her gaze tracing the edges of the lounge chairs scattered in the outdoor sitting area. “I showered first and he washed my hair when I asked him. He didn’t even hesitate to say yes. In the past, he said that he doesn’t know affection but he’s so affectionate with me.” Olivia’s hands' ball up. “He gives me so much affection that it’s overwhelming sometimes, in the best way possible, and I always want more, and he always listens and gives it to me.” “Maybe he simply couldn’t recognize what affection is up till now,” Mia says.

Keep trying and keep loving and caring for your wife and children, if not in money, then in words and attitude,' he concluded. On another occasion, my husband presented a seminar on friendship, focusing on the factors to consider before choosing friends. According to him, 'The word friendship is the act or process of entering into or being in a cordial relationship with someone, especially, someone who is not a family member or blood relation. True friendship involves a goodwill relationship or interaction. True friendship is a cordial relationship, that is, it is a relationship with hearty, sincere, and warm affection. By “Hearty,” it means that the relationship between the two people is pr

If someone asked if she did love Jake Darnell, she wouldn't want to lie to save herself because she knew the honest truth. She didn't love Jake. Not even less than the way she loved Nicholas. She cared about him, because he tolerated and cared for her in Nicholas' absence, when she even tried to convince her parents she was fine but love? Love. She sighed. Love is an affection between two people, who can stand each other, between two people who could do anything for one another, between two people who were more than friends, between two persons who were willing to give anything for the other, between two people who watched

Not because I am trying to be snob or anything. It is just that I am yet to figure out what I feel for her, enough to find a word for it. I know I yearn for her, every fiber in my bones aches to claim her, mark her and protect her. This is more than love. This is a combination of, care, desire, possessive, admiration, and intense affection. Anybody has an English word for that? But when she had said those words to me, it had tugged at my being. Made this thing beating in my chest pause for a moment.

They simply… open themselves. They offer the Anti-Chorus the one thing it cannot comprehend. Not our love. Theirs. Their own, newly-born, fragile, and utterly illogical love for us. It is not a grand passion. It is a quiet, bewildered affection. The fondness of a student for a frustrating teacher. The protective urge of a guardian for a chaotic charge. The simple, unquantifiable gratitude for being shown a door they never knew existed. It is a love that has no name, no category, because it is too new. It is a sapling, not an oak.

Small smile. And quietly said— “…come here.” Her chest immediately softened. No jokes. No teasing. Just— that. She stepped forward. And hugged him. This one felt different. Not hello. Not comfort. Not sadness. Just— holding somebody because you want to. His arms wrapped around her. And stayed. Longer than usual. She smiled against his shoulder. Then quietly said— “…you’re affectionate now.” His laugh came softly. “…don’t get used to it.”

“Stars, no. Not right now. But I don’t want to mope and discuss the hopelessness of it all, you know? If we’re going down, Ares, we’re going down swinging. You and I, fighting side by side.” He rolled his eyes, but his expression smouldered with fondness. I felt it through the bond, too: pure, unadulterated affection. It was undercut with something deeper, something more potent. Love. “I preferred the first idea,” he teased, trailing his fingertips down my spine. Tingles spread out across my body, light and pleasant, making me shiver.

They are intense things, but nothing romantic, all erotic really. "Love, affection, care. I feel like holding him in my arms, loving him eternally and protecting him from all evil. I want to always be by your side, feeling your affection and passion." --- I took a deep breath, letting out a passionate look.--- "I feel that Ethan has a lot of barriers in his heart, still, because of everything that happened with his ex. I want to care for him, help him heal those wounds, and for him to understand that I would never do anything to hurt him."