Uncontrollably Fond Novels & Stories

She added proudly. My heart skipped a beat. "Fiancée?" Uncle Aiden was engaged? I couldn’t believe it. Anger and pain twisted inside me. How could this be happening? How could he do this to me?

But уоu also knеw thаt thе hint of fear, thе idea of being out of соntrоl, even with someone thаt I knеw cared about mе аnd would protect me, was thе ultіmаtе aphrodisiac to mе. And in a dark, ѕесrеt place іnѕіdе of me, I wаntеd tо knоw that уоu wоuldn't lеt mе mаkе уоu back down--from thіѕ соurѕе оf action, or any оthеr--nо matter whether I struggled, ѕсrеаmеd, or cried. Thоugh I ѕоmеtіmеѕ tested you wіth my stubbornness, I nеvеr rеаllу wаntеd you tо gіvе uр соntrоl оf the ѕіtuаtіоn, nеvеr wаntеd уоu tо bеnd tо my wіll. I wоuld bе dіѕарроіntеd іf you had. I trusted уоu tо take саrе of me, to knоw whаt I needed, to push my lіmіtѕ. And уоu knеw thіѕ, bесаuѕе you knеw me.

I shrugged, "There are lots of what ifs, you know." Mark bobbed his head in a nod, "you're right. I agree with you on that aspect. There are always lots of what ifs but not for a man that's madly in love with a woman. Trust me when I tell you very clearly that that man," he mouth twisted bitterly, "my uncle, does not love you anymore. No matter the circumstances, no matter how high and disciplined a man's sense of reasoning is, when he is in love with a woman, at some point, all reasoning is unconsciously thrown in the air and they follow their heart which is always to go to that woman they can't ever get enough of."

I would never have thought it was until you made me feel like it was. “I’ll remain the man you adore…” But you didn’t. You’re fucking gone. “…the same one that cherishes you.” At least you knew how I felt about you, these feelings I still breed for you. “Now and―” That’s the last fucking straw; the straw that spits liquid down my eyes. It’s a rapid flow, unstopping, uncontrollable. I haven’t controlled anything for decades now, even how I feel. This is why I don’t expect to steer a doobry in the future. And why I might be willing to let go of anything that can’t condone a chain.

Seraphina rolled her eyes, her teenage rebellion in full force. "But Uncle, it's sooo boring! I'll just be a burden, and everyone will stare at me like I'm some spoiled rich kid." Mace didn't mince words, his tone as gruff as ever. "Seraphina, you are a spoiled rich kid, and that's exactly why you need to be there. This is a family duty, and I won't have you embarrassing me by playing the lazy teenager card." Seraphina huffed, clearly frustrated with her uncle's unyielding stance.

Frowning he looked at her in a questioning look. "I am allergic to cigarette's effluvium, sir." Smiling he threw the cigarette and crushed it under his feet thinking 'anything for you darling.' And smoothly corrected her, "Noah." Sophia didn't replied rather whatever Lisa and Samuel had taught her circulated in her mind and one thing caught her interest that is this man is famous for his debauchery and never have been in a relationship, does he likes a simple girl like her, based on what indications he is giving her or is it all just a show, but again why? She doesn’t have anything valuable left with her.

The voice is both terrifying in the horrors it implies… and irritating in its arrogant self-regard. “I pride myself on controlling everything in my world. That’s what I do: control things. Create things. Seize things. Whatever I desire, I get. Whatever I want, I take. That desire – that urge – is always there. Untamable. Uncontrollable. Unquenchable. Undeniable.” Uninteresting, I want to shout. “And then, Grant Carlson stumbled across my path,” the voice continues. “And spoiled all my fun.” I stop in my tracks.

. “Is that so Aunty Elaine do you not see me the alpha of this pack worthy of Esme I could give her everything she ever dreams of and more should could be luna should she chose me” uncles face has dropped I do not know if it’s the shock from what Aunty Elaine said or my words he just sits there silently processing all this. “No you are not worthy of my daughter and never will be you take your title to the head young man and I will be sure to tell your father about your late night visit and snooping” my rage can not be tamed “I AM WORTHY OF ESME AND SHE WILL BE MY LUNA” I roar and both of them it does not bother Aunty Elaine the slightest bit she scoffs at me in a taunting manner “get over yo

Not rational desire—instinct, uncontrollable, possessive. "Do you want this?" My voice came out so low and raw I barely recognized it.

"Are you crippled or just brainless? You're not even worthy of being called a man!" Looking at Andrew's arrogant, shameless behavior, I felt nothing but disgust and second-hand embarrassment.