The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

Her hands held Kaylila's fingers tightly, as if she didn't want to let go again. "Where are we going?" Ask Kaylila. "To a place where no one will bother us. I just want to be with you. I'll do everything you want, all you want. But don't leave me. I beg you..." Please Genta again. Kaylila doesn't speak Genta's words. Usually Kaylila will soon collapse with persuasion Genta, after the quarrel occurs. But somehow this time Kaylila felt empty. No more compassion, compassion, sense of belonging, love for Genta anymore. Kaylila bit her lip. There was a bitterness that suffocated his chest. It's possible that the taste Kaylila had for Genta has disappeared.

His lips were soft as rose petals and sweet as strawberry. He lifted me in his arms in a bridal style and carried me to his car without breaking our kisses. He hardly controlled himself throughout the whole driving; his left hand caressed the top of my right palm so lovingly and affectionately. Once we reached our apartment he started to throw a kiss on my face. I have no idea how we reached our room but we did. His eyes were dark as black and he looked at me like I was his favourite meal that he had longed for years. Love, passion, affection was clear in his eyes. No doubt I love this man with all my passion and will love him till my last breath. *

That’s why I deliberately got close to you and Jenny, hoping to destroy your relationship and turn you against each other. "But I underestimated the strength of your bond. No matter what I did, I couldn’t shake it. So, I manipulated Jenny’s feelings for me. Please, convey my apologies to her as well. "Lastly, though I may not have the right to say this, this is my final chance. Haley, I’ve loved you since the moment I first saw you. I was drawn to you, completely captivated. Perhaps that’s part of why I kept opposing Shane. It was because I couldn’t stand the thought of him having you. I convinced myself that if I were the one in charge of the Ford family, maybe you would have married me ins

I ask, my lips twisting slightly, still not believing I could’ve done something like that. "What are you trying to say, Giselle? That the idea of you kissing me is so repulsive you can’t even fathom it wasn’t you kissing me?" "That’s not it. It’s just... I’m not usually very affectionate. Oliver hated that kind of thing—said it was too cheesy and pathetic to show affection in public. So I got used to not showing him my... lov—affection," I correct myself quickly. Nathan looks at me, his face unreadable. Then he reaches out, cupping my cheek, his thumb brushing across my lips. I swallow hard, unsure of his intentions.

I reached down and brushed a strand of hair behind her ear. “It means,” I murmured near her face, “I want your obedience, not your affection.” Her face was like a mask perfectly stilled, it betrayed nothing. “Affection makes things messy,” I said. “And I don’t do messy.” “You sound like you’ve been burned,” she whispered. I chuckled once, dark and short. “I burn others.” She looked up at me, unsure whether to be turned on or insulted. I didn’t care which. I pulled her by the wrist, guiding her down to the bed beside me.

yes. So, it could be said that the start of this relationship wasn't very simple. But he appeared very simple-minded. He was so simple-minded to the extent that his eyes revealed a burning love not long after. Even I couldn't judge its authenticity. Until Wendy Fox appeared.

Seraphine raised her eyebrow. Sharon nodded her head prior to earnestly responding, "Yeah. I have already told you before I would fall you for if you were to be a man. This is why I treated Noah who was the next person to be good to me as the object of my affection. But who knew he had this manipulative side? No one can be as selfless as you, Seraphine. Unlike him, you had belief in my character! I truly wasted all my affections and money on him! How could I take him to your replacement?"

And that is a decision I need to make in the next ticking seconds… Why is this so hard? Why can I not just let myself go and give in to his love? Is it so wrong to let him love me? Or is the fact that I might never love him the same way as he loves me? The fact is… I don’t think I know how to love! I have always just felt like an object. I felt like the trophy that a man kept on his arm. But I know that Colton never will see me like that, he respects me and loves me for who I am.

"Say what? I reincarnated into a reverse novel." The system's words were like a thunderclap; not daring to believe this was true, the whole person was stunned for five seconds. Marin found a corner to sit, blankly looking at the novel in her hand without saying anything. Trying to calm her nerves, she opened the novel and read the last few chapters she hadn't finished yet. The novel [Love you more than the stars.] has very bloody content. The novel is set in a modern setting with a director's love affair with a secretary.

he grunted, biting back a curse as he glanced at me. “Fine, I’ll stop…” Our intertwined hands never left each other’s grasp. It was the little things I cherished most—the little affectionate and thoughtful gestures. Our relationship now was more…tamed and transparent. Less deception. More trust. Less lust. More…love. Though I can’t deny I didn’t entirely miss the lust, I didn’t mind this too.