One Sided Situationship Novels & Stories

I would love to call him that, but he hasn't asked me and probably wouldn't, so. "A... Situationship." She pursed her lips and stared, "So stuck in between, to be precise?" "Kind of." She placed the glass on the counter when she finished and wiped her mouth. "Are you sure you want to do that, though?" I shrugged and leaned against the counter. "We like each other, so..." "And you?" I asked when we both went silent. "What?" "Is anybody in the picture?" "No. I'm still trying to get my life together."

“I—” “No, I’m talking right now. I need to get everything out at once. Enough is enough. You need to stop alluding that we’re together.” I always knew I was too much to handle, and now I had crumbled the only thing close enough to a real relationship that I had ever had. It said a lot that a situationship was worth more than all those stupid years I had spent just going through things with men that I didn’t even like.

she asked, “Yes, I don't have anybody to go with” I told her, “Why don't you go with your boyfriend” I laughed awkwardly, “Well we aren't really dating, we were in a situationship, and I won't want him to think am crazy” I sighed, “Can I come then” she asked “Really,” I said excited, and she nodded yes, “You see, I have a son, he as a wife, I wish his wife would be like you” she said softly,

Then again, Eric was a highly sexed male and after not having sex during the times he was away, maybe it was just getting rid of sexual tension. Oh! Cat despised the idea... Was she merely a means to fullfill his needs? What they had had was a mutually satisfying connection between two individuals who enjoyed each other’s company while they were content. However, she couldn’t deny the truth to herself any longer - she wasn’t happy. She had fallen in love. A one-sided love. In her hopeful imagination, like many in her situation, she clung to the possibility that if she could become everything Eric desired, he would eventually acknowledge his love for her and realise he couldn’t bear to be wit

asked Ansel openly. Felicia frowned at the question without further ado. "Special relationship?" she repeated Ansel's question. The bespectacled man nodded. "Not really. We're just friends," she said after convincing herself. In reality this is the case, right? If she and Jayden were just friends. Even though Jayden's attitude to her was very different, but still between them there was no commitment that was said to each other. You could say they are like in a relationship without status.

As soon as she nestled in my arms, it was my undoing. Even though she had read the letter and agreed to the terms and conditions within it, I still needed to ask her permission before I put my hands on her. I pulled her dangerously close to me, aware of the tightening of my pants, then whispered into her ear. "Are you sure you're ready for this?" She pulled back and looked at me with raised brows. "The situationship?" "I like to think of it more as a buisness relationship." I whispered once more into her ear as I pulled her close.

I said instead. “Does it help you with your emotions?” “Yeah”, I agreed “And I’m sorry for losing my shit around you but I promise I’m not like my father, I don’t abuse people,” “And I know you feel the same way about me too and I don’t want to lose that and you shouldn’t too,” I added. “So, what are we? Friends with benefits?” she asked, her disdain obvious even through text. “It’s more than that and you know it. We can call it situationship, it has a nicer ring to it,” God! I wished I had met her in better circumstances. I would have made her my woman immediately, let the whole world know she was mine and I was hers.

As the night was coming to a close, a friend tapped me on the shoulder. "I thought you'd forget about us once you got a boyfriend. Don't let that happen again." I chuckled and nodded. "No way. Just tell me when the next get-together is, and I'll be there." Over the years with Carlo, my life had revolved entirely around him. I handled his business, his family, and even his daily meals. My own friends and social circle had slowly faded away. In hindsight, it all seemed almost foolish.

Or needy? He waits, patient as ever, his thumb brushing my cheek in encouragement. “Just what? Talk to me.” I exhale, forcing the words out. “You’re always taking care of me. Like tonight—making me feel incredible, focusing everything on me. But I never get to do the same for you. It feels... one-sided. Like I’m taking and not giving back.” There. It’s out. Nikolai’s quiet for a beat, then he chuckles. “Is that a problem?”

It was supposed to be a one-time thing. I wasn't supposed to agree to this.... situationship. Neither was I supposed to pick up his calls or reply to his text messages every time he called me to come over knowing fully well what that meant. But I did. And I loved every bit of what occurred after. But I've decided that it needs to come to an end. Alex is a distraction that I did not bargain for this semester. Whatever we have, it's not going anywhere. I'm not the no-strings-attached kind of girl. I can do it for some time, but lately, certain things have made me realize that it can't work out with Alex.