The Object Of My Affection Novel Novels & Stories

The question changed something immediately. Not badly. Just… differently. Aiden’s gaze stayed on me for a second before he answered. “No.” I searched his face carefully. “No?” I asked curiously. “You’re the first woman I’ve brought there.” Something twisted deeply inside me at those words. Possession. Satisfaction. Relief. I hated how happy that made me. But at the same time— I loved it. I turned back toward the window quickly before he noticed the smile trying to appear on my face.

I nodded and met Cole's gaze seriously. "Mr. Hartness, I've been with Tim for the past five years. He loves me very much, and I love him, too. Why shouldn't we get engaged?" Cole clenched his fists as he stared at me in disbelief. "You've fallen for him? How could you have fallen for him? Did you… Did you stop loving me a long time ago?" I sighed inwardly and answered firmly, "Yes. Mr. Hartness, please leave. Stop disturbing us."

I passed the mic to him. "My fiancée remains a secret. She is watching us, and I love you, dear," he said with a bright smile, adjusting his collar. "Wow, impressive," I faced the camera. "He loves you so much. Muah," I said, passing the mic to Winston. "My dear fiancée is right here. She is not the shy type." A lady walked over as he kissed her hand. I looked up to see Brenda, but this time her face was a bit different.

Until I open my eyes and dump once again this feeling. Fine Missamy! Enough! My clothes are getting wet already because of your tears! If you are just looking for the warmth of my body, just say so… What? What did you just say Jeff? Warmth of your body? Are you now insane Jeff? @DEATH WISH Thank you for supporting my Novel! You may also read my complete Novel, (hmmm... while waiting for an update) Title: TAMING THE DANGEROUS CEO THE DEVILISH BILLIONAIRE

I ask. “Yes.” “Even after what Death said?” Her eyes flicker briefly toward where Death stands silent. “Yes.” I turn toward Death. “Answer me clearly,” I demand. “Was her affection for me part of the design?” Death does not hesitate. “No.” “Not even indirectly?” “No.” “Not through proximity? Not through engineered encounters?” “Encounters were probable. Emotion was not.” I stare hard. “You are certain?” “Yes.” Nova’s voice softens. “You see? Even Death cannot control the heart.”

Not wanting any of this warmth and affection, I convulsed, "J-Just do I-it. I-I don't want your affection!" I stuttered. He raised his eyebrow at my sudden outburst and I thought that he'll be angry but soon that bewilderment was replaced by a look of being entertained as said, "Well that depends on me when and how I want it, Love" I was disgusted when he called me love. I looked away and wiped my tears. He took a step closer and I took a step back. “Maybe I will do it now? Maybe not? Maybe somewhere else? All depends on me.” He gave me the look of a hunter, playing with his prey. He continued to look at me with that look of fascination wanting to devour me but refraining himself and indulgi

He had lost his parents, and I had tried to comfort him, but he'd growled angrily at me, 'Leave me alone!' I was still persistent, I tried to comfort him by giving him my only chocolate, but he still continued to ignore me until he was finally sent off abroad. Why was he suddenly interested in me, and even giving me a box of chocolates. Was he trying to possess me like an object? All my life I'd never felt genuine love, and even if I can never get to feel that since I was rejected by my mate, I would never stoop to being an object of someone's amusement just to feel accepted.

Then, when he has gone, I think about various things, and I feel he wouldn't get a handle on a word about them, and because he isn't there, I don't feel the delightful all-overish sensation, so I would rather decide to marry Rochester—there would be such a bet—because when you If you are married to a man, it is doable to get significantly fonder of him. Jim is one year younger than I am. It might be difficult in a year or two, especially if I fall in love." I could hear the bitterness in my voice as I told her, "You had better take the richer." I stated, "Money is an attraction that never changes or diminishes, even when war has its effects."

“Silly, I’ll return your share of your fortune to you once I’ve gotten all of Elena’s assets.” “Aaron, you’re my hero! “But you can’t fall in love with her. She looks quite similar to me. I’m worried…” Aaron snorted. “I always brought you to my bedroom that I share with her, asked you to put on her nightgown, and made love to you on the bed I share with her. Do you know why?” “Why?” “Because I hope when I’m with her, I can pretend that she’s you. It feels less miserable that way.”

But then he pulled away, his walls slamming back into place. “I don’t need your pity, Eliza,” he said coldly. “It’s not pity,” I shot back, my voice trembling with frustration. “It’s love.” The words hung in the air between us, heavy and charged. “What did you just say?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. I took a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest. “I said I love you, Maximilian. And I’m not afraid to admit it.” His eyes widened, and for a moment, I saw something flicker in his expression—hope, fear, maybe even longing. But before he could respond, the sound of shattering glass echoed through the house.