The Objection Of My Affection Novels & Stories

I asked him, wanting to see what he would say. "What?" "You heard me. Who's your favourite wife? You know, the one you're most in love with," I shrugged, acting nonchalant, but I was dying to hear the answer. "The one I am most in love with," He repeated after me, "I'm afraid none of them. I know it's the most terrible thing to say but it is true. It's got nothing to do with them and everything to do with me. I’m the one who doesn't deserve them. I believe they can find somebody out there better than me but they don't seem to think so. There's been many times when I've left the door open for them to leave, but they refused and stayed. It's unpleasant seeing them struggle to fight for my affe

"The singular asset his line will ever love is his administrative rank. If your primitive brain maintained a shred of data regarding his profile, your system would decode that reality, you... you... parasitic scum." "Parasitic scum?" Jaxen sneers, his upper lip curling. "Spectacular vocabulary execution, Seraphine." Syllables might manifest as difficult to access inside her highly intoxicated processing centers, but her vocalization maintains absolute accuracy regarding my character blueprint. Love does not occupy a single slot in my cards. My internal wolf rejects the emotion. My eyes have monitored the absolute structural destruction the bond inflicts across the lines. More critically, my

He took one slow step forward. ‎ ‎“You’re my mate, almost like an accusation.” ‎ ‎“ I didn’t ask for this,“ I whispered. ‎ ‎“Neither did I.” ‎ ‎His eyes flickered. ‎ ‎“ Do you think I care about bonds?” He continued voice sharpening, “About love?” ‎ ‎I flinched. ‎ ‎He sneered, “ I don’t; I never have. You’re a weakness. I don’t do weaknesses.” ‎ ‎I looked up at him, anger stirring. “Then reject me.” I’ve got the sharp mouth for someone who just escaped death, and for some reason I’m not entirely weak.

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.

“You know staring is rude.” “I’m not staring. I’m appreciating.” “Appreciation feels a lot like objectification when it comes from you.” Her tone was clipped, sharp, meant to cut. But I couldn’t help the grin tugging at my mouth. “Maybe I’m objectifying. Maybe I’m worshipping. Sometimes the line is thin.” She finally turned her head, eyes flashing, knife still in hand. “Worship? You don’t even know what that word means.” My cock stirred at the fire in her gaze. God, she was infuriating. And I loved it.

“Doesn’t it?” He leaned in—just enough for her to feel the weight of his nearness. His next words dropped low, brushing against her like smoke. “No. You’re mistaking possession for affection.” Her heart stalled. “Everything in this house belongs to me,” he murmured. “You included. And I take care of what belongs to me.” There it was again. That word—belonging. As if she were just another object he’d purchased and polished, nothing more. Her hands clenched in her lap. “I’m not an object.”

As if he couldn't comprehend how his words, his actions, could have caused such pain. "James Ferguson," I said, my voice trembling, a mix of anger and despair, "not loving someone isn't a sudden decision. It's the culmination of countless disappointments, a slow erosion of trust and affection. A quantitative change that leads to a qualitative one. Believe it or not, I truly don't love you anymore."

He stopped in front of me; that threat just sent shivers down my spine, and I couldn’t stop the sheer terror that surged through me. I could feel my knees weakening, but I forced myself to keep looking at him even though every fiber of my being screamed that he would hurt me. ‘This thing you call affection,” he continued, his voice dripping with disgust. “He doesn’t even give you a quarter of the loyalty you give him. Tsk tsk… You’ve always been a people-pleaser, a rug, haven't you?” I bit my lip to keep myself from responding. What did you have to say, Victoria?

"But let’s face it. There's no good explanation for that." Baron’s black eyes looked at me in disgust, his tone impatient, "I'm tired of your cold attitude toward me. We have known each other since childhood. I thought by now, with our wedding tomorrow, you would show some hint of fondness toward me. But look at you. Even now,” He ran a hand over the marks, “with this before you, you’re a cold, emotionless robot. It disgusts me.” “You want me to care about you? To desire you when I was never given a choice.” I run a hand over my silver hair pinned up in curls. “How can I care about you when you have an affair the day before our wedding?”

Felicia said while smiling slyly " That's so cruel, Felicia! Why do you derive joy from tormenting others?" Lila burst out in anger " You should know better by now, Felicia. Karma has a way of catching up with people like you." Sarah added whole looking at her friends with a disapproving eyes wondering when he friend turned to someone filled with so much wickedness