Why Are You So Obsessed With Rejecting Affection Novels & Stories

Noah said, his voice softening slightly with what might have been genuine emotion, "someone stood up for me. That person was you, Deborah. And I was happy. I was truly happy that finally I had someone on my side, someone I could love and live forever with." The casual way he mentioned "forever" made my skin crawl. This wasn't normal affection or even a healthy crush. This was obsession that had been building for who knows how long, fed by loneliness and resentment until it had twisted into something dangerous. "But you rejected me," Noah continued, and now anger was creeping back into his tone, making his words sharper and more accusatory. "Which ordinarily, I would maybe have been able to c

He always act like every women is interested on him. Since high school, Kyle keeps sending me flowers, chocolates and love letters. He confesses his love for me but i rejected him, of course. Who wants to date a guy who only likes fame. But after that rejection, he never gave up and now, Even we only seen each other a few, times. He's gonna act like this. A total psychopath. "You know, I get want I want Maya" His gaze fiercely look at me straightly. The tension isn't romantic, it's a threat. I can sense his obsession.

“Yes.” “You knew I was going to research you and prepare to betray you.” “Yes.” “And you hired me anyway.” “Because you’re the only person I’ve ever met who doesn’t need me to survive. You’d survive without me. You’d survive without anyone.” He reached up and touched her face like he was remembering what skin felt like. “And the moment I realized that, I understood I was going to lose my mind if you left.” She understood, in that moment, what obsession actually meant. It wasn’t passion. It wasn’t love in any traditional sense. It was the recognition that someone could exist without you and choosing to make them your reason to exist anyway.

I whispered, looking at her shocked face, she was surprised, and devastated. I was still smirking, while she was still at the same spot. It took her a minute to realize that I rejected her, but this time, it was different, she has done everything to get me back to her, but this? it was her last move, and I was so sure, because she never tried so hard. She sneaked in to my place, she did everything right, but something as missing, she wasn’t Andy! “Why did you become so obsessed with me? is it because you couldn’t see me with someone else, or because you truly love me?” I asked, she looked away, not answering my question, as she started to gather her stuffs.

I had to stall. "You know what I don't get? Why the fuck would you go this far to have me?" I asked as I crossed my arms over my chest. "I know I'm a catch, but there are surely other girls that will apply to you more than me. Girls will be very happy with you, batshit pys— I mean, your obsessive tendency instead of me that keeps pushing you away. Aren't you tired of me rejecting you all the time?" "I don't care about any other woman. The day I decided you were mine, you became mine, and no fucking one can fucking change my mind. Not even you." He smiled.

she asked, confused and puzzled. "Isn't it obvious? I like you, not anybody else. It's you that I like, you hear me?" I angrily retorted. "I like you how a man is attracted to a woman, not just a friend. I'm doing all of this and trying to get close to you because I like you. I keep asking you out no matter how you keep rejecting me because I like you and I want you to be my girl! So please stop pushing me to someone else because it deeply offends me!"

I just want him to touch me lovingly, maybe that way the feeling of disgust would fade away. I thought his one action of affection could eradicate the disgust inside me... I just thought that a tiny spark of his love might eliminate this abhor. That moment I felt what he did when I left him alone when he was drunk. Tears rolled on my cheeks as I let out soft sobs. What else is left to happen to me? Hated... Disgusted.. and now Rejected… 'Rejection is far better than eternal regret.' my mind said. I know it but what's wrong if I crave his touch for once. Just once...

I want to touch her so badly, but I refrain. "Why are you being difficult?" It angers me that she's throwing a tantrum like a child. "I didn't ask you to follow me out here and force yourself into my life. I'm not accepting the bond between us, and you knew that, so you have no right to act hurt when you see me with her." "Then reject me, and I'll leave," she grits. Reject her? I can't. I've tried but failed. Every time I tried to, I saw Apphia crying and clutching her chest on the hospital rooftop, telling me how much the rejection hurt.

I'm worried about what will happen if he actually rejects me. I remember his words - he's afraid of what will happen to his pack and himself if he rejects me. He's selfish, only thinking about his own interests. He doesn't want to let me go because he knows it will weaken him and his wolf. He's keeping me by his side just to maintain his pack's stability and his own position. The memories of his past transgressions, including the fratricide that had secured his position, resurfaced with unflinching clarity. His actions bespoke a calculating ruthlessness, a willingness to prioritize his own interests above all else. And yet, I had succumbed to the depths of love for this individual, a love th

She gave him a hard gaze, "In your dreams, Aleksandr. You asked me this before too and I also told you, you are my obsession. And I hate it the way it's making me look in front of my family. Everyone thinks I am in love with you!" He chuckled with amusing features. "And that's troubling you. Because now your family thinks you are in love with me." "Stop laughing." She gritted out. Aleksandr neared her face and nodded. "Do you know what obsession means, Tigritsa?" He asked her, his eyes gleamed as He spoke. "Obsession is when you have many beautiful ladies at your beck and call. Yet you are not interested in them. You only want the woman who refuses to let you come near her. Obsession is when