The Personality Of A Jezebel & An Excerpt From "King of Thieves"...

The personality of Jezebel is often associated with cunning, manipulation, and control. Key traits include: Manipulation: Jezebel used charm and subtle coercion to achieve her goals, often viewing others as pawns in her schemes. >>> Seduction: She was known for her allure and ability to draw people in with her charisma, often using beauty and charm to her advantage. >>> Control: Jezebel's actions were marked by a desire to dominate and control, often leading others to feel disoriented and confused. >>> Defiance: She challenged divine authority and refused to submit to God's laws, showcasing a spirit of defiance and pride. >>> These traits reflect the complex and often negative aspects of the Jezebel personality type, which has been used in various contexts, including psychology and literature. >>> ***From "King of Thieves"... "He narrowed his eyes, his forearms on the bar. “You’re more beautiful than ever, Sabiha!”

“My mother says I will wish I was more compliant to her suggestions in ten years! She’s getting old and fanciful, always spouting little bits of ‘wisdom’ no one wants to hear!” “Your mother is, very likely, just as sharp as she ever was, or even sharper. Too bad you didn’t inherit her special gifts, --- or is it?” Sabiha scowled. “What do you mean, --- ‘or is it’?” “I think you know. You don’t have a discerning nature, Sabiha!” “You, you!...” “Don’t pretend you’re insulted.” Sabiha chuckled. “Yes, it’s too bad, Soluk aslanim. Maybe because my father Antonio Agrada was a Spaniard and my Erilije blood is diluted. I would charge a good bit for my work in that way if I had even half of my mother’s ability!” “If you took money for reading the cards or doing specials, the gifts would disappear.” “‘Specials’?” “You know exactly what I mean by ‘specials’! Taking money for such work negates it.” “My people don’t believe that!” “They certainly do!” “Will you come for a meal and dancing at our village?” Alexandre began to eat again. “I was hoping you wouldn’t forget to ask me!”’ “Don’t bring that American girl!” “Then, I won’t come!” “You love her!” “I love you too.” He finished with the tavi and bazlama, pushed them away. Sabiha turned her head, kissed him again. He eagerly kissed back. “Don’t do this to me,” he whispered, his lips against her cheek. Sabiha laughed and laughed, kissed the side of his neck. “Such a beautiful man, Alexandre!, --- yakışıklı adam!” Her fingers trailed over his chest, over one pect. She felt the little nipple standing up hard under the thin silk. She knew it was as pink as a bud of a sweet cherry tree. He breathed faster as she opened two buttons of his shirt, slipped her hand inside. “Your skin is so fine, so silky!,” she whispered. Alexandre was looking down at the bar. “Will you take me right here?,” he mumbled. Sabiha grinned. “I think you truly do love me!” His eyes met her’s. There was longing in them. “I just told you. I’ll always, always love you. You’re irresistible, --- to me.” She danced her fingers on his forearm, over the back of his hand. He grabbed them. “Do you want to come to my rooms, --- Sevgilim, later tonight?” “No, Sabiha.” He let go of her fingers. Sabiha scowled. “I won’t beg you! Biliyorsun, --- that little snip of a girl has absolutely, absolutely all your attention!” “Much of the time, she does.” Sabiha slapped his bicep. “Cok Kurnaz!” Her brows drew together. “Seks kopekleri uzerine igrencsin! Alexandre smirked. “I’m not a disgusting over-sexed dog.” Sabiha came haughtily from behind the bar, her hands arrogantly swishing her magenta silk skirt. With her head held high and her back bowed so her beautiful full breasts were thrust out, she went to a group of men seated at a table in a corner of the room. They seemed to know her very well. She sat in the lap of one of the men, laughing and laughing. The man kissed her chest at the edge of her low-cut top. Sabiha laughed and laughed some more, and playfully ruffled the man’s thick and curly brown hair. Alexandre stayed in the Agrada Sara bar until the early hours of the morning, playing cards and eventually drinking raki and dancing with Sabiha to the music from a concertina played by a little old man, one of the regular bar patrons. Her arms wound around his neck as she pressed herself to him, as their hips moved almost as one. Sabiha threw her head back in triumph, grinning." --- Copyright 2026, by Sorelle Sucere.