He's Just Not That Into You นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“So why say it? Look, Jenny, he made his feelings clear to me and I won’t waste my time lying to myself. He is not interested in me. I have to accept it and move on.” “I still think you should give him a chance. From what you have been saying, he really likes you, and you like him too, or don’t you?” My heartbeat increased. Of course, I liked him! I screamed in my mind, but what was the point in forcing myself on him when he didn’t feel the same way? “It doesn’t matter what I feel, Jenny, he doesn’t feel the same way. He feels I am not good enough for him.” “He told you that?”

“Yeah, I’ve noticed.” She tilted her head. “But that’s not love, Raina. It’s infatuation.” I looked away. “Try telling him that.” “I have,” she said, her voice gentle. “But he doesn’t listen. Not yet, anyway.” I hesitated. “What do you mean?”

He begins teasing. “Don’t hold your breath. I don’t think he’s interested.” “You’d never know unless you try first.” With that, I stand to leave the room and pull Nathan into a small hug. Sometimes that’s all someone needs to make it through the day.

"Luke, maybe you don't even know who you truly love. Even at the height of our relationship, you still carved your ex-girlfriend's name on this lock. "Maybe, in your heart, only what you can't have is worth pursuing. When you had me, you longed for Mandy. Now that you've lost me, you're desperately trying to win me back. "Luke, the truth is, you only love yourself." With that, I turned around and walked away. Behind me, his uncontrollable sobs echoed. He was filled with desperation. However, all I could think about was what Ethan would cook for dinner that night. Grilled fish, perhaps.

he throws back, eyes heated, "If my dick enjoys it, why question it? The universe doesn't have control on your body, I'm pretty sure the universe does not give a shit about you." "Well, it feels like it hates me specifically," I let out, but then I look away because I know I sound stupid. He just doesn't get it, "I gave up, though. I guess my dick likes you, so... there you go." "No, you still haven't said anything I want to hear!" he d tries to push me away, "Say something about me that you like or I'm leaving." I could name about a hundred things I don't like, but I don't. Because I'm choosing the non-toxic path.

Theo: I still don’t think this is a good idea. Me: That’s just your brain being dramatic. When have I ever had a bad idea? Theo: Do you want a list? Because I have one. But even then, it’s never been this bad. Every time you mention this guy, he sounds less like someone who actually sees you. Or wants to. What makes you think this’ll magically change things? Me: You don’t know that. People show affection differently. Theo: That’s one way to say “he doesn’t care.”

“I don’t know. You’re just kinda… bland. Buttoned-up. Straight-passing. It’s boring.” I blinked at him. “So… we’re not gay enough for you?”

I just knew something inside me fell out of place. He said it again, “I’m not into men.” I blinked. Once. Twice. “But…you…I.” My words dissolved before they could even form. “What?” Zane’s brows formed a sharp V. “You thought I’m into men because, I’m having sex with you?” I shouldn’t have been the one feeling stupid. Like could he hear himself? If he were eating a man’s ass, he’s definitely into men. But the way his gaze burned at me, his chin tipping up, I couldn’t help but feel stupid.

Right before the syndicate's power handover, I flew back to New York after a year of studying jewelry design in Europe. But the night before the ceremony, my secret boyfriend of three years—the Rossi family's new second-in-command—sent me a text: [Sorry, Chloe. I lost a card game, and you were my chip. You're his problem now.] Before I could even breathe, I got tagged in the family's encrypted dark-web channel. The top thread was blowing up: [The Mafia Boss Just Won a Fat Pig for a Girlfriend!] Pinned right at the top was an old photo of me from a few years ago. Back when I was 180 pounds. The comment section was ruthless: [If the Boss knew what he actually won, he'd regret making that bet.]

“Listen to me, Tina. I have taken the time to listen to your reasons for being such a damn nuisance to my life, and I want you to understand something. I want it to sink down into the deepest part of your mind, that I do not love you. I do not want your body, either. I do not find you attractive and I definitely do not appreciate you stalking my phone and everyone else in my life.” Her face drained.