Forced To Be His Novels & Stories

Then I was shocked when he was behind me and untied my hair, “I like it when your hair is down.” I blink slowly, “Please…don’t do this to me.” "Do you know how hard it is to see you every day and not even touch you? You will get mad at me by forcing myself on you..." he murmured. “But I can't help myself; you're the one girl I desire, and I'm completely smitten by you..." “Sebastian…d-don’t.” “Just do as I say…I will try to lessen your worries in life.” I pushed him and tried to escape from him, and I am not ready for this kind of situation,

"Not one bit." Rage coiled tight in my gut, and I felt like punching him in the face. "Let. Me. Go," I bit out, even though my will at defiance was struggling within me. A greater part of me was being compelled by an unseen force to do as he had said. The grip of the Blood Claim was already sinking its claws into me, compelling me to obey him. "Now, be a good girl," he murmured, his fingers brushing down my arm, leaving a trail of possession in their wake. "Go inside. To your room. Do not come out until I say so."

And harming them will be the last thing she wants to do. Siya looked at him who was looking at her with his icy cold eyes with a look ‘Dare to defy me.’ She knew he can do it. She herself saw how the police followed his orders because instead of them he took the broth*l owner with himself. He is definitely powerful enough. She begged him through her eyes only to make him count ' 1 ..’ ‘Pleas..e S..ir. Let m..e g..oo.’ ‘2.’ He said pulling his phone out of his pocket. He felt like a pure Devil making his TweetyBird cry but it was needed. He can’t let her TweetyBird suffer anymore even if he had to force her in a marriage.

They forced my hand. Elder Qwin stopped in front of him, tilting her head slightly as if she found his words amusing. "Forced? Forced, you say?" She let out a small chuckle, the sound dry as dust. "You forget who you are, Dorian. An Alpha is never forced." His eyes darkened as he clenched his fists. "You weren’t there. You don’t know what they did to corner me." Qwin's sharp gaze flickered over his face. "Cornered, or simply outmaneuvered? There is a difference, boy."

I'm trying everything and he just refuses. "Because that isn't us." He shrugs and tries to move but I keep him locked above me. "Right, because I didn't let it be us, now I'm willing." I look at him, and wait. His head shakes. "Why? Tell me why not when you would with Jax." "Because I am not doing it! I'm not agreeing for you to turn around after and freak out and hit me. For you to run and make it sound like I forced you into it." His words are screamed.

He just looks me dead in the eye and says, “Because only the strong get to negotiate.” My throat tightens. “If you want to stop being forced,” he adds, “then stop being weak. Otherwise, you will always be forced to accept.”

He is Asher's brother, more related to him than he is to me. “Because you’ve been through hell,” he says, gently rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb. A gesture so small and sweet. “And I’m not letting him drag you back into it. I want him to know you’re not his to control anymore.” I think for a moment then nod slowly, even though part of me is still unsure. But I’m tired of running. And maybe, just maybe, this is the only way to stand my ground. “I’ll do it,” I announce firmly.

“When I held you over the edge, I put your life in danger to force a reaction from you. I told myself it was necessary, but that doesn’t change what I did.” I stare at him, waiting for the rest. For the explanation. For the inevitable reminder that he knows better than I do. It doesn’t come. “I forced your transformation,” he continues. “And when you begged me to help you, I stood there and did nothing.” My throat tightens. “I was trying to make you confront your wolf,” he says. “But I made the decision for you. I decided what you needed without considering what it would cost you.” For a moment, I can only stare at him.

He was formally binding his legacy to hers in black ink and silver foil. It was the same impulse that had driven him to post her dish to a four-hundred-thousand-follower account without her permission. He did things for her name before she even thought to ask him for help. The hyphen was his version of a love letter. It was a permanent, legal claim made through a punctuation mark. Aurora looked at the card. She thought about the forty-billion-dollar empire. She thought about the man who managed his life in thirty-minute increments. She realized that the hyphen was the most possessive thing he had ever done. It was also the most protective.

Amelia said in frustration. Sean looked at her in pity and said "I’m so sorry for everything, it’s my fault you’re being forced to marry me" “Do not blame yourself for the decisions our parents made. Our dads are solely responsible for the situation we are in” Amelia said comfortingly. Sean smiled and gently squeezed her hand; the sensation of Sean's touch gave her butterflies; thank goodness it was dark in there or he would have seen her cheeks flush bright red.