The Objection Of My Affection Novels & Stories

"Dad, must you bring this matter up every damn time we speak on the phone? What is so special about a lady that keeps on offering herself to a man only to keep getting rejected? Yet she still would not stop." "That is called love." "But I don't love her. I have made this very clear to her over and over again. She should just learn how to live with it. It is not going to happen. That is out. I can't bring myself to get married to someone I don't even have a strand of affection for."

"How can you say that, Alexander? How can you deny the power of love, the depth of emotions that bind us together?" A bitter smile played on his lips, devoid of any warmth or tenderness. "Love is a weakness, Emma. It clouds our judgment, blinds us to the harsh realities of life. I refuse to be a victim of such illusions." Anger surged within me, fueled by the pain of his rejection. "So, what? You believe in nothing? You think we can live our lives devoid of love, devoid of any meaningful connection? Is that what you want?" He met my gaze, his eyes gleaming with a mix of defiance and resignation. "Yes, that is exactly what I am saying Emma. The connections you felt were mere lust of flesh."

How could she belittle our connection and reduce it to a mere fling? But amidst the chaos, Reuben's voice cut through the tension, filled with determination and defiance. "Mother, you may doubt my ability to love wholeheartedly, but I can assure you that my feelings for Naomi are genuine. I have never felt this way about anyone before, and I refuse to let you or anyone else dictate who I can or cannot love."

Not knowing what to say ,I just look away uncomfortably . What is love anyway ? I guess I love my friends but that's different , is it not ? Or maybe it isn't . Love is just strong affection , caring for someone , trying to do your best for them despite the circumstances . And if that's the case , do I love Jace ? Jace's eyes widen , as if he just realised what he had said . He looked hurt that I didn't say it back . " It's fine . " He growled lowly , looking quite disturbed by the fact .

I was not supposed to hesitate when she looks at me like she is trying to decide if I am her salvation or her destruction. “You are losing focus,” my father says quietly. “Do not confuse affection with strategy.” Affection. That is generous. What I feel when she looks at me is not soft enough to be affection. It is hunger mixed with guilt. It is wanting to protect her from a storm I created. “You built me for this,” I say. “Yes.” “And you trust me to execute it?” “Yes.” “Then let me execute it my way.” The line goes silent. In my world, silence is negotiation.

“Why will you lose control because of me?” “Because I love you!” Lucian’s voice softened instantly. His confession hit me hard like a punch to the face. For a second, everything around me went silent. Even the cold evening breeze felt frozen. But then, reality dawned on me again. “No,” I shook my head in refusal. “This isn’t love.” “What?” he muttered, his brows furrowed in confusion. “What you feel for me isn’t love, Lucian,” I continued, my voice trembling. “It’s obsession.”

"Even if my life is in danger?" Victor hummed thoughtfully, as though sincerely considering it. "If it is entertaining enough, I do not see why I should interfere." His gaze lingered on her face for a second too long. "Unless you have somehow mistaken me for a person capable of affection." Something about the way he said affection made the word sound foreign in his mouth, like a language he had heard once but never cared to learn. Jane frowned harder. "No," she answered curtly. "You're ice cold."

"You're not an object. However you're the object of my affection. I've fallen for you and I don't know how to love without possessing or being possessive." "You do Angelo. You do it with Gio .I'm not going to pay for your ex wife's mistakes. I'm not her. I am my own person and I deserve to be wanted and loved. Do I think we have a connection ? Yes. I just can't help but feel that if I jump off the edge I will be compared to your ex. " " You haven't given me a chance yet. I'm not Duncan. " I face palmed myself and shook my head .

My skin crawled. The very thought of being Bob’s paid lover sent a flurry of emotions through me that I could scarcely control: disgust, anger, repulsion, hatred—towards him for suggesting it and a little towards myself that my life had come to this. I tried to shake the last of these off and remind myself that it was not, in any way, my fault. It was his. All of this was his fault. “No,” I said firmly and clearly. “No, I will not be your lover, even if you weren’t about to be married, and there is no amount of money that you could pay me that could convince me otherwise.”

I'm developing affections for her and it's wrong. She could become my weakness if it grows above mere affection and tenderness. I have many enemies, developing a weakness is a leisure I unfortunately can't afford.