Uncontrollably Fond Story นิยาย & เรื่องราว

was using me for ten whole years, bleeding me dry of every last drop of my value, and then discarding me like trash. A love like that, I'm infinitely better off without.

Infuriatingly calm. “I’m not a child you get to manage,” I say. My voice is low but sharp. “I’m not some fragile thing you decide what pieces to show.” “I never said you were fragile.” “You act like it. You dole out truth in crumbs because you think I’ll choke on the whole meal.” He exhales through his nose. “This compound has thirteen wolves who would follow an order without asking questions. I haven’t given a single one of them the order to lock you down, drag you back, or keep you in the dark. Think about why that is.”

She made a scene at the café and attracted a lot of attention from the audience. Because she was pregnant, I controlled myself and refrained from doing anything stupid. Leave her baby daddy alone? She didn't need to tell me twice. I told the guy that I was not up for dealing with baby mama drama, so just like that, what we had was over, and I have been single ever since, trying to avoid any more drama from anyone. Thank God I had no attachment issues, and the relationship between us was not that serious, so it was easy to cut them loose. I never expected love but still, it was disappointing when things ended badly. I guess I had no luck with men. Reminiscing about the past was making me nerv

Controlled. Just like 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."

And then I looked at him fully. “The only way I can control this…” I continued slowly, my voice gaining strength with every word, “is to tell my own story.” Understanding flickered across his face. “My version,” I added, my jaw setting slightly, “the truth.” Because if they wanted a story, then I was going to give them one. The real one.

I came here to be transparent about everything that happened. I am not asking you, Fiona, I am telling you. You love him and I want his love. Can you give me that? Fey says and I raise an eyebrow in confusion to look at her. I can only give you what I have control over. I don’t have control to make Cult change. If you ask me to hate him…I say. Can you hate him? Do you even have control over your own heart because I don’t think you do. “I don’t think you can control your surpassing feelings for Cult and I know that I’m not wrong.” Fey says and I squeeze my fist.

“It’s mine.” He stopped. “Ari—” “I didn’t leave you and Daniel when I should have. I didn’t stop seeing you when I knew I was being followed. I thought I could control the story.” I looked at him. “But stories don’t want to be controlled. They want to be told and here we are.” Luca sat beside me. “Then let’s tell it.” I looked at him, confused. “What do you mean?” “You want to fight? Then let’s take back your voice.”

Pondering the possibilities, I suddenly recalled the old house of Friday night. Remembering the bet that I had placed and won with my best friend, that a certain house was not haunted, I was excited to get started on a new day. Now that my night in the house was over, I began thinking about how I was going to ask Tania for a date. Heading for the shower, I pondered what I would do if she said no and turned on the water. Stepping under the warm cascading water, I compared my many fantasies about her with the intimate ghost encounters. There was no way to compare my fantasies of Tania to what I had experienced last night. I was on the road of falling deeply in love with her before we even had

It was the most genuine of smiles, the most unquantifiable kindness, the most beautiful of smiles that would surely make anyone melt at his feet… anyone including me. It is getting complicated, these feelings that I have now. These feelings that I had promised that I would not have… promised? Like I can control my heart and its shenanigans, like I can tell my rebellious heart how to feel, what to feel, when to feel. I wish I could… i really do but unfortunately my rebellious heart does not listen to me, no matter how much I try to keep it in line, it just ends up doing whatever it want no matter how much my brain and I protests. No matter what my brain and I say, my heart ends up taking over