Persuasion Novel Novels & Stories

I coughed softly, “No… Nonsense. Not every girl…” “What do you think of my figure?” Before I could finish my sentence, he added, “The heroine was attracted by the man. My figure is much better than his.” I blinked my eyes, “What… what are you talking about?” “Don’t you remember? Do you want to touch it?” He pulled my uninjured hand and towards his chest. I hurriedly reached my hand and said, “Well, I don’t want to listen to this novel. It’s rubbish.” He smiled, “I think its quite a good book.”

I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands. The more I stared at the caption of the book, the more I thought of A. J. Baby. “The Art of Seduction by Robert Greene”, I whispered as I handed the book to the shop keeper absent-mindedly. “I’ll give you Four Thousand Naira for the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records, One Thousand Seven Hundred Naira for the novel and Two Thousand Naira for The Art of Seduction. We haggled for a while, and I turned to leave the shop and the shop keeper, so he could keep his books to himself. I stepped out of the book shop and walked two steps from the entrance, when he rushed towards me pleading.

I assumed Abigail would be the same. My initial attempts to impress her fell flat. At first, I thought it would be easy. A few expensive gifts, a little charm, and she would be mine. But Abigail was different. When I gave her a necklace worth more than her monthly rent, she hesitated. When I offered to take her on a shopping spree, she thanked me politely but refused. It was frustrating. And yet, it only made me want her more. She wasn’t like Susanna, who would have fawned over a diamond bracelet or a designer bag. Abigail didn’t want my money, or at least, she pretended not to. Susanna would have thrown her arms around me and squealed with delight. Abigail’s unexpected resistance only piq

Audrey said as if that explained it all, as though there was no reason to worry. "If Lucien is determined to have her, he won't let her be sensible. That's the entire point behind seduction. Men use passion to rob gentle bred ladies of their good sense. Just like Charles could have when he pretended to compromise you. He could have taken advantage of you, kitten."

The hidden tension and silent desire beneath my awareness bubbled just underneath the surface. Cassian used his visits to convince me to abandon my life and join him on his mysterious journey. His speech possessed an understated allure and persuasive power which caused my heart to leap. I always declined his proposal because my mind sped through the consequences of making that choice. Despite the attractive possibility of being with Cassian I had to maintain my commitment to not abandon everything.

They were firm and well-defined. A blush crept onto Chloe's cheeks as she felt the warmth radiating from Joseph’s skin. His flirting skills were undoubtedly improving. Joseph noticed her unusual reaction and a sense of delight washed over him. He held her hand, urging her to explore his body with her touch. Before coming to her apartment, he had dialed Nathan's number and sought advice on seduction tips. Nathan stated that women could utilize their sexual charms and that men could do the same. Initially, Joseph dismissed the idea, but upon reflection, he realized it was his wife, not someone else, so he rid himself of all reservations.

Blinded by the idea of the inheritance, Marianne practically pushed Priscilla to marry him as a financial investment. However, Marianne incessantly pressured Priscilla to divorce him upon discovering Frederick's lack of wealth. The same thing happened when Priscilla started her own business. Marianne scoffed at the idea, saying Priscilla wasn't cut out for it. It wasn't until Priscilla's success lined her pockets and she even bought Marianne a villa that her mother finally started treating her with some respect. "Do I mean nothing more to you than an object to be traded off in marriage for your own gain?"

I rose slowly from the bed despite the protest of my body. “You’re asking me to trust you,” I said. “I’m offering you survival.” “You’re offering me a bargain built on blood.” “All bargains are.” I stepped closer until we were only a few feet apart. “You’re his wife,” I said. “Why not influence him instead?” Her jaw tightened — the first real crack I’d seen. “Kailen doesn’t respond to soft persuasion,” she said. “He responds to leverage.” “And I’m yours?” “If you’re smart.”

Exactly when she returned to my lounge room, tea was in, and she spilled it out for me, and thereafter she remarked "We have become so frightfully selfish, haven't we, Nicholas, but we aren't such fakes as we were before the contention? People have sweethearts, yet they don't turn up their eyes so much at others having them as they used to. There is more obstruction—the central thing you can't do is act unreservedly with the objective that your male colleagues can't watch you— ' You ought to Do not throw your hood over the windmills—some other way you can do it any way you see fit." "You hadn't thought of proposing to either Jim or Rochester to see which one you liked best?" Nina showed up c

He hoped it was infatuation, something he could easily dismiss, but he feared it was not. He could feel her hold when she smiled at him, when she teased him, when she argued with him, when... Everything about her seemed to call to him. Their recent encounters seemed only to ensnare him further. The walk from Meryton, the card party at her aunt's (why had he allowed Bingley to convince him to go?), their meeting between Netherfield and Longbourn. He had only just been able to resist asking her for the first set of dances at Bingley's ball. It was a distinction that he never extended to any woman, and if he had, he might as well declare himself and be done with it. If only her family were just