The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

“I was invited to a Christian fellowship programme this evening, and I need to complete a novel I borrowed from the Central library.” “Oh…” A. J. Baby’s face suddenly became covered with an invisible sheet of disappointment and sadness. In a split second, I recollected some ‘principles’ I’d read in the Art of Seduction book, and wondered who among Pre, A. J. Baby and Gahn would be its first ‘casualty.’ “But I’ll be free tomorrow evening. Hope you won’t be engaged?” A sudden ray of hope flickered on A. J. Baby’s face, as her knees came together, while her fingers interlocked together in an earnest feeling of genuine happiness.

An innocent one dreaming of having my first time on my wedding night and now I am no longer a virgin and I crave it every day. I love Antonio so much but I can't help but think of what has changed. I was so much in love with Jim as well but I was never into having sex with him. Was I not sexually attracted to Jim the way I am with Antonio? The pull of attraction between Antonio and I, is it too much or on average? Everything happened so fast, I know it but sometimes, I can't help but think of how real it is. It seems too good to be true. Dropping the novel because I am no longer concentrating and beginning to be bored again, I spot a shadow and I turn in the direction, taking off my reading

As soon as he finished speaking, his scorching and passionate kiss descended again. The twilight had already settled. Old habits die hard, and Julie had only left a single entrance light on before she left. The surroundings were dim and obscure, with the bright light glaring on Frank's head. I trembled instinctively, looking at the man who had always shown me special affection, feeling like something in my heart was being refilled. Filled to the brim. At a certain hazy moment, I suddenly understood that everyone in their lifetime would receive one special affection. There would always be someone who comes into your life just for you.

She let her senses be consumed by the strong sensation that coursed through her entire being bringing unbearable pleasure to her that was sending her to the heaven called ecstacy. "Noah!" she called his name with an undeniable need. But her tone was also tinged with an unprecedented affection that couldn't be ignored. Noah couldn't tell if it was because she was too lost in their mutual pleasure at the moment to let that affection leak out. But it made his eyes darken a little. "What do you want, baby?" he asked playfully as he buried his face in her neck. "You!" she answered without any hesitation as she wrapped her legs around his waist and gasped at how deeply she felt him move at the mom

"You're not wrong, but you've forgotten something crucial. Your parents, whom you believe only instilled feelings of inferiority in you, have actually cherished and loved you like a treasure. "And have you ever asked Tristan what he truly desires? Does he want a mother who selfishly exploits and causes pain for her peace of mind, or does he crave a mother who genuinely loves him and treats him as the precious gem in her life?" Sophie's voice carried a note of indignation. As her gaze shifted, she noticed Tristan standing at the door, having appeared there unnoticed.

Elena hesitates, her guard still up, but slowly starts to lower it as she observes Felicia's genuine remorse. " Okay, Felicia If you truly mean it, then perhaps we can start fresh. But please understand, it will take time for me to trust you" Elena said sincerely as she was ready to let go of bygine she seriously didn't want to go through another set of drama as she raises her glass up " I understand completely. Thank you, Elena, for giving me this chance. Let's focus on our college experience and leave the past behind, together." Felicia said with a smile on her face

“I-I can not marry you—“At my defiance, his eyes narrowed and he stalked towards me with furious strides, reaching me before I could think about running. Gripping my elbow, he jerked my body to his hard chest. His cologne infiltered my nostrils as his dark raged eyes glared down. “I don’t give a fuck what you want. You are mine–“ “I’m not a fucking object!” I shrieked, all my emotions suddenly coming to an explosive boil. I shook from the force of them, my stomach churning violently. I could feel myself unravelling, falling apart strand by strand, piece by bloody piece. Like Stefan. Like the bloody piece of meat that was all that remained of him at the end ‘of that’ unforgettable night.

He cocked his brows, picking up his business case. Embarrassment tinted my cheeks red. There was something about his cold attitude that burnt me. Isn’t this what I wanted, then why was I feeling hurt? My feet froze as thoughts flooded my mind, stirring conflicted emotions. Indeed, I was just an object of fun to him. Was I expecting to be something more? “Are you alright?” His expression broke into something warm. And that warmed my chest in ways it shouldn’t. Subconsciously, I smacked my forehead; what the hell was wrong with me? Why was I seeking his affection?

I took another step backward as memories of all the years that I had spent expecting even a single affection from this man but never got. Why would I? I was never his type and if he had his way, he would never speak to me or talk more about marrying me but we were both forced. The love and affection I didn’t get from my family, I expected it from him. I had so many expectations from him and it broke me when he treated me like I was just an object of his desire.

I pull away a moment, just admiring his beauty. "Apphia," he whispers my name, and that seems to do things to my core. Our lips crash again, and he slips his tongue into my mouth, exploring. We get on our knees, still kissing, and he quickly removes the simple, plain white dress I'm wearing, leaving me as bare as the day I was born. I feel my cheeks heat at my darkness. Nicholas stares at me. I follow his throat as he swallows, his eyes darkened with lust. His stare alone is firing me up with lust.