Romans & histoires Why Don't You Take What You Want From Me

“Why would you be telling me this?” “Simply because I want to take what’s mine, and the only thing obstructing me is what’s yours.”

“Can I have it?” “Definitely not, why do you want a toy?”

How can I not trust you? *

I already have a lot of rivals with Ken and you're going to add more! "You know, kid, I'm not trying to steal, when it's mine, it's only mine. I'm the type of woman who doesn't just grab anything, especially the person I love." "So as long as you only dream that you can take her away from me, it's free to dream, kid." "I'm also the type who won't allow myself not to get what I want. when I want it, I get it." I'm sorry to say it, it's like you're only my age, you're still taking care of your mommy, kid.

"Doesn't it?" "No. Because you can leave whenever you want. You can tell me to fuck off and walk out that door and I'd let you go. That's the difference between me and Silas. I don't keep you because I own you. I want you to stay because you want to be here." "But what if I don't know what I want?"

“Do you always ask this many questions?” “Only when something’s worth understanding.” I leaned close not giving full access, just closing the distance enough to make him aware of it and let my voice drop. “Understanding me isn’t what you paid for.” “No.” His eyes didn’t move from mine. “But it’s what I want.” “Most men want things they can’t have.” “Most men give up,” he said. “I don’t.” I pulled back slowly. Giving him the withdrawal. Making him feel the absence.

“Something people just pass around. Want something from.” I step closer and gently say, “I don’t want the product anymore. I want you.” She pauses, stunned. Then glares. “And what does that matter? What you want?” I inhale. “It doesn’t. Not unless you want it too. But I’ll wait. I’ll fight. I’ll keep showing up. Every day. Because you’re the only thing I’ve ever truly wanted for the right reasons.” The silence becomes charged. Then… BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I didn’t want tenderness, or promises, or anything that could be used against me later. I wanted control. I wanted pleasure, not care. So I tilted my head and whispered the words that would break him. "Take what you want."

" Thinking of the poor pup, I couldn't hold back my tears. Lucian tried to wipe them away, but I dodged again. "Lucian, we're done. Completely done." I looked at him. "If you ever had any feelings for me, as a favor, please leave me alone. Your love is too heavy for me to bear. Let me go." Lucian watched me cry and he was reaching out his hand to wipe my tears but pulling back halfway. After a long silence, he sighed. "Alice, I'm sorry. You can go." ... One day, I was reading a newspaper and a piece of news from Silverfang Pack came into my eyes.

“Why do I feel like you are trying to take what does not belong to you?” She has a look of absolute terror on her face, and I raise an eyebrow waiting for her response, but when she doesn’t give one, I give a slight tug on her hair and she swallows loudly and starts to stutter so bad that I can’t make out anything she is saying. “Cut the shit Tiffany, spit it out. WHY. DO. I. THINK. YOU. ARE. TRYING. TO. TAKE. WHAT. DOESN’T. BELONG. TO. YOU.”