The Objection Of My Affection Novels & Stories

The very notion of someone presuming to object to my actions filled me with an indignant wrath that coursed through my veins like an infernal fire. My emotions swelled with anger as I discovered how everyone reacted to my decision of having Amaryllis in my room. She’s my mate but even if she wasn’t, no one had any right to object to me. It made me furious to think that they believed they had any right to insult Amaryllis or question my actions. I wanted to make it crystal clear to everyone that from that moment on, Amaryllis belonged to me, and they had no business disrespecting her.

He inquired if she have feelings of love towards him. Seraphina gave a slight nod. The woman responded affirmatively, expressing agreement or consent with her simple statement. Finn rose from his seated position and proceeded to move towards Seraphina. With a gentle gesture, he placed his hand beneath her chin and delicately raised her face towards his own. He expressed his lack of affection towards her by stating, "I do not have feelings of love for you. I have no intention of doing so, and this decision will remain unchanged in the future."

“W–Well I don’t… but—” “If that’s the case, then you should only have feelings for me, Lila.” For a moment, everything inside me faltered. His palm was warm against my cheek but slowly, I lifted my hand and placed it over his. I felt the tension in his fingers, the way his touch hesitated for a fraction of a second. And I lowered his hand away from my face, guiding it down until it rested between us. I drew in a deep breath. “Villion,” I said softly, though my voice carried a firmness. "You shouldn’t say things like that. You can’t force someone to feel something they don’t. Affection isn’t a command, no living being can be compelled to… like someone.”

“I don’t want you to go out there and be hounded by reporters, Olivia. I promise I won’t try to kiss you again or anything, I just—” “You just don’t get it,” I groan. “Then explain it to me, please. What is so wrong with me? I care for you, Olivia. I have always loved you, and even if you don’t love me back, you could at least let me care for you.” He pulls my hand again, daring to bring my back to his arms, but I stop just inches before I touch his chest. “You make it impossible.” “It is impossible,” I growl, snatching my hand back at last. “I refuse your affection. I don’t want it, Eugene. I want none of it, from anyone, and the sooner you get used to hearing that, the better, because—"

Leo said. But I said, "I don't agree, you let Mike go. I don't need any affection. I think beauty is better than affection. I made my choice when I gave it up, and now if I had to choose again, I would still give it up." "Flora, you don't know how… you used to be."

"Amelia your mine not anyone else's, so how can I be jealous of what is already mine?" "First I'm not an object, and second use the second definition for jealous," "My intention was not to make you feel like an object and still I don't believe or have suspicions that you are attracted to someone else," he corrected "Use possessive," I said and he frowned bitting the inside of his cheek thinking it over, moving my feet into his lap. "I think possessive is the right way to describe my selfish ways," he mumbled looking back to me, his eyes running over my body.

"I do not care what you choose to believe, but I did not do that to her." "Do you crave my affection?" His question caught me off guard. I used to that it became all I ever wanted, but not anymore. "No. I told you that I wanted a loveless marriage. The one I love is no more. How could you even ask me that?" Now, I sounded disappointed. Who does he think he is? Not everyone wants to obsess over his affection. "I cannot process this. Why would you pick a fight with Sophie?" "All you want to hear is that Sophie is right because you cannot imagine her hurting a fly, right? Then she's right. Do what you will with that information and leave me be. I need some space away from all of this.

Life was good until she saw his naked, chiseled, sculpted body, and that marked the beginning of her endless wet dreams about her boss. Like that wasn’t bad enough, he walks in on her moaning his name. To help his very horny and single and beloved secretary, Isaiah went down on his knees and worshiped her and oh my my did she taste like heaven. With one taste of her and one taste of him, they found themselves wanting more and decided to be each other’s fuck buddy with no strings attached. How long will they fuck each other without catching feelings? Or are they already in love and too horny to see it?

“That sounds weird to say. But I can only mention myself.” “It is a shame for you to say that I don’t love you in your own house and besides, I don't understand that statement. Doesn't love deals with two souls coming together to express their feelings to each other?" "Not in a real sense but that it is what it means." "So, why are you telling me now that I don’t love you?" "I didn’t mean it that way. What I mean is that, what you feel for me is basically affection. You don’t act as if you are interested in taking our relationship to the next level."

I kept my expression neutral to help him trust what I was saying. "That's not true. You just have feelings for me." "I do have sexual desires for you. Although I enjoy the way you touch my body, my soul does not yearn for you." I closed the bathroom door behind me and left him alone in the room. I find it difficult to tell myself lies. Despite my affection for him, I am unable to love my enemy. How can I let myself love him while he kills my mother? After the lustful mist passed, I was clear-headed about my objective. I have a lot of other essential things to attend to, so I can't waste my time with Samuel.