Novel & Cerita I Do Like Her

“I don’t need a wife. Wives are liabilities. Weakness I can’t afford. A marriage certificate means nothing in my world. You’re mine because I decided you are. I don't need a stupid paper to prove that.” I moved my injured arm, trailing bloodstained fingers down her cheek while the pain burned like fire. I welcomed it. It kept me sharp. “I’ll touch you whenever I please and however I please.” I tilted my head, studying the hatred twisting her features. “Do you understand?” Her forehead creased. Strands of damp hair clung to her skin, making her look almost painfully innocent. “Do you understand?” I asked again, slower. Softer. More dangerous. “Never.” Her voice shook, but she didn’t look away

"No, it's just… before, I had taken a liking towards you because of something else—your body, your personality, your face. But now, this fondness within me that flows around you, reminds me that I like you because… you're just you." "Does that even make sense?" She asked. "I like you for who you are, Charlotte—and nothing else," I said with a smile. This sudden confession shook her and to myself. I didn't know why, life was filled with confusion, yet I still wanted to express what my heart was telling me. "Say," Charlotte said, letting go of me, staring at my face. "What are your likes and dislikes?" She asked, with a grin. I pinched her cute, and rosy cheeks as I answered, "My likes are you

I want to give her the most romantic proposal in every girl’s dream, but I’m afraid she will say no. I kinda like the idea of being married, which surprises me. I like her, the smart Abby, and more than just her body. I like her smile, her laugh, her demure, and even her filthy talk. I like everything about this woman, even if she’s stubborn and annoying. I still like her. I even like her annoying nature.

I want to know how to it feels like to be liked by her. I am not madly in love with her. Hell, I don’t even love her, but I do like her. She is so smart and pretty. No, she isn’t pretty. She is fucking gorgeous. She makes all women look average without even trying. When I found her excitedly waiting for me, I freaked out. It made me think that there’s actually something serious between us when I’m damn sure there’s nothing. It almost felt real, and I didn’t want to drown myself in any false hope.

"I-I don't understand what you're saying." Irish flashed me her sweetest smile. "Is that so? This might sound weird, but I'm going to say it anyway." She took a deep breath, and her expression changed. From that sweet smile to glaring eyes. "I like Ezra, and I'll do everything to make him like me back."

“I. Like… her.” “No, say you like Dawn.” “I like Dawn Amber McCoy.” A smile cascaded my face, a bright, warm smile that melted my insides. I never thought my own voice would make me smile from ear to ear, to an extent that I’d blush like a madman. “Here you said it, you were just to afraid to let this feeling in.” I never felt so happy, I am happy, she made me happy. “So you don’t like her, do you?” “Are you fucking stupid?”

“Apparently, she likes me, but I don’t like leeches.” It seems like he despised her. “Did she do something bad that you hate her that much?” “I never said that. I just don’t like her. I can’t accept her so-called love. It’s better if she keeps it to herself.” “Okay, but what do you want her to do for you to give her a chance?” “Nothing, because she doesn’t stand a chance. Not even a bit.” “What? That’s ridiculous.” “I’m too perfect for her.”

I hope not. I hit my chest using my fist as my heart kept on beating and it aint normal. Do I like her? I shake my head furiously, na ah. I am not crazy to like an idiot girl who dont know how to prioritize herself as she doesnt know how to protect herself from the people who are just using her. She is so good, so good enough that it is making me mad as the others keep on taking advantage of her. She's kind, caring, protective, and beauti—okay, it was enough. I need to stop.

Daiki didn’t respond right away, but I could feel his eyes on me, analyzing, dissecting. “Do you even like her?” he asked after a beat. I tensed slightly before letting out a small chuckle. “Of course, I like her.” “Then why—” “I like her,” I interrupted, my voice firmer. “She’s beautiful. Smart, in her own way. She has this way of making people feel alive, even in the smallest moments.” I hesitated, then smirked slightly. “And last night?” I exhaled, shaking my head. “The best sex I’ve ever had.”

Collapsing on my bed, I buried my face in my hands, yet I could not stop the small smile tugging at my lips. If it were Nathaniel, that would not be so bad. After all, we knew each other for years. He knew me inside and out. He was handsome, and his build was great. Marrying him actually did not sound bad at all!