The Object Of Affection Novels & Stories

“ I knew you were going through hard times due to the incident, so I wanted to do something to make you feel better. That was what I actually thought I was doing, but it wasn’t really my main reason for sending you those flowers.” “ What was it?” I asked, inquisitively. “ Yes, I do want to watch you happy and smile, I was also expressing my feelings by doing so. “ “ Y–you have feelings for me?” I stammered. “ Maybe we shouldn’t just call it a feeling. It’s more like. . . an affection. I love you, Sonia.” To Be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL.

While I was looking at everyone, I noticed my mom looking at me and she put her eyebrow up. “What?” I asked her. “Pick a person already. Make them sad and then make them happy. Then let go of it.” Mom instructed. “He has a Spirit Affinity then?” Rose asked my mom. “Yes, he’s been sitting there playing with it.” She smirked and shook her head. I decided to use Eros. He was the God of Love so if I could make him sad then everyone would know. He must have guessed what I was about to do. He got a huge smile on his face and crossed his arms over his chest.

I wasn't stopping him as I was just feeling his unspoken or says unknown word to them "AFFECTION" Or its my hallucination? He is a man without heart.

Julian whispered against Adrian’s neck, his skin tingling with electrical heat as Adrian’s hands slid up his spine, pulling him closer until there was no space left between them. "And I am your fortress," Adrian replied, his voice a low, fierce promise that echoed in the quiet bedroom. They came together in a slow, explosive rhythm of fierce love and deep physical passion—a celebration of life, rebirth, and a devotion that had overcome the darkest depths of the sea. As the quiet stars shone high above the Pacific coast, Julian held Adrian tight, anchored in the arms of his true love, knowing that the storm was finally over, and his real life had just begun.

"Yeah." "I'm glad you said that. Love is not what you do or who you are or who you were. Love is not traded by barter, love is affection. Care. Unconditional affection that I choose to give to you for who you are, not who are capable of being or who you were, who you are. And maybe in the past you killed someone or you stole something, I don't care what it is. I just want you, I want to give you that life that I am feeling and from everything I experience when we are together I know that is what you want to give me too." "It is."

I was planning on enjoying the last days, but I was trapped in the ward. All of a sudden, the system's desperate mechanical voice sounded in my head. "Host, you were scammed!" Before I could ask what was going on, the system told me everything. "The affection levels of your three targets were all very high, but Wendy has two threads of affection. She can transfer others' affection to herself. Therefore, the affection of your targets would be drastically suppressed." I mumbled, "Threads of affection?"

He inquired if she have feelings of love towards him. Seraphina gave a slight nod. The woman responded affirmatively, expressing agreement or consent with her simple statement. Finn rose from his seated position and proceeded to move towards Seraphina. With a gentle gesture, he placed his hand beneath her chin and delicately raised her face towards his own. He expressed his lack of affection towards her by stating, "I do not have feelings of love for you. I have no intention of doing so, and this decision will remain unchanged in the future."

People like him did not bother to sweet talk, and neither did he have to. It was as if he was showing her all his feelings without the slightest concealment. She used to think that even if he told her he ‘loved’ her, that love was only affection. She did not expect his ‘love’ to be deep or strong, but now... "I'm not asking you to fall in love with me at once, and I'm not asking you to open your heart to me immediately. I only want your affection for me to be as much as the tenth of my love for you. I only want you to like me a little more," he muttered.

Lucy took note but didn't pounce on the name as if it were gold. “How does it feel to say that?” Lucy asked calmly. “Pain,” I said, closing my eyes tightly. “But also... love. So much love.” “Good,” said Lucy. “Good?” I asked, confused. “Affection is a thread,” Lucy explained with all the patience in the world. “That thread doesn’t pull you toward the trauma; it pulls you toward what you loved.” That phrase became a sort of talisman because it was too profound to let go of.

Melanie drew a deep breath. “Well, then, Arianne. Do you actually believe that all a man needs to do to make a woman stay is to gift her a car, some fancy jewellery, some chic designer bags, what-have-you? Is that all what love amounts to? Oh, no… No. Men do that so that you’d wanna stay with them. Once you’ve gotten all pleased and charmed by their bait, he’ll revert to how he’s always been. Why? Because you’re just an objective, and he’s achieved it. Why even waste energy coddling you now? …Don’t you see? There’s not a scintilla of genuine affection in it.