소유욕/집착 Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

It ruins the landscape. In fact, no, why put me down in this mishap? Why should I still feel guilty for asking you to erase what connects us? You told me that the two of us " would be forever." I now remain deaf to this form of blackmail. Yes, that's blackmail, Paul. What the hell did you imagine? That you could continue to own my body and soul until the end of time? You are very selfish, let me tell you. Are you only aware of my own desires? No, I am correcting myself—my absence of lust. When you approach me, I see myself as a little girl on a merry-go-round. My mother insisted, but I would die of vertigo. Your triple-digit perfumes can get sniffed through other nostrils.

insistent? I took a slow sip of my whiskey, the burn soothing the tension gnawing at my gut. Every interaction with her felt like a delicate balance between pushing her away and pulling her closer. The frustration was almost unbearable. I had her, but she wasn’t mine—not in the way I needed her to be. Yet, I could feel it—the way she was slowly unraveling. The walls she built so fiercely around herself were beginning to show cracks. I could see it in her eyes every time she looked at me. She hated me, but the heat between us, the undeniable pull that bound us together, was growing stronger with every passing day.

I sighed first before I spoke, still, my eyes were on her and I still kept smiling in front of her and with Kade, which looks like he wanted to keep Sofia away from me because he feels there was tension now between us. Then I averted my eyes on him as I continued for my final words. “And FYI, Sofia, I do not steal if it’s not my own. I can buy everything that I want as it is original. You know me, Sofia, my cousin. I do not prefer buying those already second-hand as it has already been used and will just turn to break easily..” as I uttered that to her, her mood suddenly changed as it looks like she will turn evil. I just keep smiling at her.

Yennefer said. “Let’s get going then!.”Zemia replied. I was too weak to make a decision, Aiden slid his hands around me and I felt that spark the tickling sensation. —— It felt like a trap to her!.She was going back to the same man she ran from, though the sensation she felt as their skin touched made her forget, he could still feel the sparks. He knew she had been marked which meant he wasn’t meant to feel the spark again though he would know she’s his mate as he had meant her before she was marked. But in his case he still felt the world pulling them together, the spark was still there and her snect was driving him crazy.

Why am i not good enough i just want a happy life with my husband. Th door to my bedroom open i dont bother to look up to see who is it because i am sure its my bestfriend. "Baby are you alright?"thé familiar voice say but i ignore him and continue crying. "She just left and refuse to eat."my bestfriend say. Thé bed deep beside me and someone begin touching my head softly i dont Have to look up to know who they belong to, i close my eyes embracing thé little sweet moment because i know it wont last long before he snap back to his réal self.

By testing her obedience for him. She passed the rest but failed to obey him. And he came to know one more thing about her. Her emotional attachment. She always got quickly attached to anyone who would show a helping hand to her. Prolly this was the reason that she disobeyed him, denied his orders and went out with Ahmed, only because he might have once helped her. Through that he came to know of her weak area. She was one disobedient, stubborn, resistant piece and at times, she carried no fear of consequences when it came to those who were associated with her.

He allowed her to move only within certain limits inside the room or near him. And every time she approached the door, he immediately appeared in front of her. Not violently, but with a firmness that prevented the thought from continuing. "Where are you going?" "I need some air." "The air is here." It was the same answer repeated in different forms, but it always carried the same meaning. Stay close to him. Iris began to feel that this was no longer merely excessive care caused by her illness, but something deeper and far more permanent. At one moment, while sitting on the bed, she quietly said:

“No. You see the kind of reaction my refusal caused. My father is obsessed with the purity of wolf blood. He would never have accepted a human husband for me—especially not a non-mate.” “Yes, you mentioned something like that before. Ares said your future husband was supposed to be your mate.” “Yes,” I replied. “Satisfy my curiosity. How does this bond manifest? Do you suddenly fall in love with each other?” “If only,” I smiled sadly. “It’s more like being pumped full of a powerful stimulant. To be precise, it’s attraction—strong and uncontrollable, but purely physical.” “So you want each other, but you don’t love each other?”

“I felt it too. Your release hit me like it was mine. Every pulse, every wave. It was like we weren’t two separate people for a minute.” Callan’s hand came up to cup the back of my neck, thumb stroking slowly. The touch was gentle now, almost reverent. “That’s what scares me the most. How connected we’ve become. I used to need control because it was the only way I could survive. Now the link is giving me something better and worse at the same time. I feel your anxiety quieting when I dominate you. I feel how safe you feel when you submit. And it’s… addictive.”