The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

“I know, it’s my fault! I let my sympathy get the better of me, and she misinterpreted things, imagining herself as my wife. But you’re the only one I love, Anna. Please, can you forgive me?” He sat beside the hospital bed, talking on and on, but I kept my eyes closed, pretending to be asleep. After a long time, when I didn’t respond, he finally left. The next day, though, he showed up at the hospital with Mia. “Mommy, Daddy told me you’re hurt. Where does it hurt? “Daddy made you upset, but I will help Daddy cheer you up, okay?” Mia nestled into my arms, pleading repeatedly for me to forgive him.

"I can tell that you're affected Olivia. It shows that you are." "I'm not so stop trying to get ahead of yourself." I brushed him off but he wouldn't listen. He kept on coming after me until my back hit the grass and he was towering over me. My breath hitched when I found him incredibly close to me. The close proximity between us was maddening. "You're so beautiful Olivia." He touched my cheeks affectionately and trailed his fingers down to the seam line of my lips. My whole world seemed to be in a standstill and I could slowly feel the emotions kicking in.

My laptop pinged what felt like hours later. "You're not simply beautiful, Miss Lane, you're beguiling. Your eyes don't shine like the moon, you look at me and It feels like I've been shot through the head and brought back to life in the space of a second. You're a force more powerful than gravity, stronger than Icarus' attraction to the sun, and I am but a mere mortal who could never resist your pull even if I wanted."

A person could say she was almost excited for it . She closed her eyes and leaned in and all she felt was a brush of a lip against hers. It couldn’t be considered a kiss and as she opened her eyes , she felt immerse disappointment. Lilian was baffled and shocked at her own emotions and she realized she hadn’t thought of Ben in the moment . She hadn’t thought of the man she claimed to love , the man she was not long ago and still willing to spend the rest of her life with. She couldn’t analyze further as she was swept into a sea of well wishers congratulating them on every side. She basked in the moment a little longer imagining everything was real and she was actually getting married of her

"And I don't like my things being handled by anyone else. Not by Leo, or anyone." The jealousy in his voice was a mirror of my own, but sharper, more lethal. I looked at him, my vision blurring with tears and something else, a heat that was rising in my gut, responding to the way he was crushing me against the wood. "I am not an object," I whispered, my voice breaking. "I am not a specimen." "Aren't you?" he countered. He leaned in, his lips brushing against my ear. "Then why is your heart racing like this? Why are you leaning into me? You want to be my object so bad?"

I silently pledged to myself, vowing to seize this newfound connection with Lyza and safeguard its endurance. I knew that this newfound connection was a blessing, an opportunity for me to encounter joy and contentment once more. Anna's essence, though physically absent, would forever remain intertwined with my being. Her affection had molded me into the person I am today, and I carried her remembrance within me constantly. But now, as Lyza's presence illuminated my existence, I realized that affection possessed the ability to mend even the most profound wounds. It had the capacity to bring illumination to the bleakest corners of my spirit and ignite a flame within me that I believed had long

Lily sat at the coffee shop, sipping her latte and scrolling through her phone. She had always loved this place – the cozy atmosphere, the smell of fresh coffee, and the sound of the barista's steaming milk. It was her safe haven, her escape from the chaos of her life. As she looked up from her phone, she caught sight of James walking towards her. Her heart skipped a beat as she saw him – tall, handsome, and charming as ever. He was her best friend Sarah's fiancé, and Lily had been secretly in love with him for years.

There was nothing so wondrous as this, nothing so fulfilling as a perfect kiss "A perfect kiss?" Joanna Lennox glared at the last page of her Gothic novel, Lady Jade's Wild Lord. "There is no such thing as a perfect kiss." A perfect kiss was a myth. She was sure there wasn't, because if there were, she would have been kissed by now and known that, wouldn't she? Yet here she was at twenty years old, unkissed, uncourted, and utterly alone.

"I wasn’t born yesterday. Whenever he so much as looks at you, you melt like butter on a hot griddle. He held your hand and you looked like you wanted to climb him like a tree and live in his branches." "That’s called affection," I defend, feeling heat rise in my neck. "It’s a perfectly normal emotion when two people are in love." "That may be, but I know you want to roll on your back and bare your belly to him when he growls," Eli corrects cheerfully.

Especially not when I have you by my side. My cheeks flushed bright pink. No matter how many months had passed since Max Vance brought me into his luxurious world, the overwhelming intensity of his love still took my breath away. When I left Jeffrey, I thought my life was completely over. I thought I was broken, unlovable, and trapped in poverty forever. But Max had swept into my life like a stormy tide, buying up my debts, giving me his heart, and showering me with unimaginable wealth, passion, and protection.