Why Don't You Take What You Want From Me 소설 & 이야기

But I would like him to know what whether it's a command or not, I'd gladly do that everytime we have a problem. But I can't still process everything in an instant. How much more for Benjamin's girlfriend? The more information she knows, the more it is going to stuck in her thoughts. It will haunt her. I've been there a lot of times. I've been blank and just want to disappear. It's like even if you want something, you couldn't have it. Kung gusto may paraan kung ayaw may dahilan. That saying doesn't work on me. There are some circumstances that even how badly you want it, you can't have it.

“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.”

AMBER “What?” I was taken aback. He casually placed a blank check on the table. “Name your price.” I gazed at the blank check, my expression blank. “Is this insufficient? What do you desire? Land? Resources? Property?” “You can’t provide it,” I murmured, and he leaned in. “Excuse me?” A wry smile tugged at my lips. “What I want, you can’t offer. Because you don’t possess it.”

"Why am I the only one not suited for you? Am I a lesser man than they are? "What's so bad about my looks? Or my figure? Or my family's wealth? Why won't you give me a shot?" "You are not a lesser man than either of them. I just don't think that we're a good match." "That's bullshit. I bet you just can't let go of that jerk, Warren. What's so good about him, anyway? What got you so hung up on him? "I can give you everything he can offer. If that's what it takes for you to become my girlfriend, I will take over my family's estate right now. I'll become the head of the family and marry you."

“I see.” “Do you?” I arched a brow at her. “It means you don’t work for this. You’re just given it. Or,” I said, smiling slowly then, “you can give yourself to someone else who has it. Who owns a boat or something like a company that takes in money.” A slow realization spread across her features, and was quickly replaced by a flash of something hungry. “I want this. I’d like all of this.” I smiled and leaned further to her. “Of course you would. Who wouldn’t? If you want it it’s yours for the taking. You just need to find who to leech onto and take it from them.”

"You don't know me anymore? You forgot I'll take money over my own life?" "I don't need your pity. Get out. Take your woman and get out."

Oh, hell, no. “Enzo, I didn’t ask for any of that. You gave it to me. And even when I told you it was too much, that I didn’t want it, you insisted on continuing to give me things. That’s on you.” “So you want me to take it all back.”

“Not you.” My stomach drops, but I force it into fear, not calculation. “What do you want?” I push, my voice cracking just enough. “Money? I… I don’t have anything…” A laugh cuts me off. “Not from you,” the sharper one says. Of course. Always about him. “Then let me go,” I say, softer now, like I’m breaking. “He’ll give you whatever you want. You don’t need me…” “Exactly,” he interrupts coldly. “We do.”

"What venom? If it was really venomous, would I still be standing here just fine?" At this point, Oliver backed her up. "I think so too. Look, nothing's wrong with me either. Mom's tough as nails. No way a little spider could take her down. "You're just overthinking this and trying to stop us from getting those boxes, right? Those boxes might have valuable treasures inside. Are you trying to keep them all for yourself?" I was so frustrated that I laughed. "I'm genuinely trying to help you. Why are you still thinking about those empty boxes at a time like this!"

I didn’t know what to say, so I stayed silent. He shifted again, fingers brushing my wrist. “You know what they hate the most?” “What?” I whispered. “That I want things,” he said. “That I want more than I’m supposed to.” I leaned closer without meaning to. “Everyone wants things.” “Not like this,” he said, shaking his head. “Not like I do. I take what I want because if I ask… they remind me I shouldn’t.” My chest tightened. “Who’s ‘they’?”