A Man Of My Heart Novels & Stories

“You’re the only person I’ve met who I want to stay in my life, Little Red. Everyone has eventually left me, and I’ve grown to be okay with it, but not you.” He lifts his head to meet her eyes with an intense gaze from his pale blue eyes, taking her face in his hands gently. “I’m a major fuck up, Noel, I’m basically a human project. I’m not always going to say or do the right things, and I’ve never learned to control my anger. I have lashed out at many people I’ve cared about, and I’ve lost them in the end no matter how I tried to fix it. I will let anyone walk out on me; but not you. All I can say is I promise to try, but I won’t always succeed.”

He let out a blood curdling scream as the agony of desire raged through his tormented body. His breathing became shallow and his skin pasty as he closed the distance. With waning strength he collapsed at the base of the door, managing to push it forward and his eyes feasted on the images he saw. The old world was calling him. Fake promises, deception. Let go, Finn! Give in!

But now, all I felt was relief. I was just about to head further in myself when a familiar voice called out to me. "Long time no see, Mr. Langley." Connor stood at the entrance with a familiar insincere smile plastered on his face. He wore a custom suit, the diamond-studded tie pin glinting in the sunlight. "I hear you're married? How interesting," he remarked, giving me a meaningful look. "Natasha still has feelings for me, you know." "It's not easy to get over a seven-year relationship, of course," he added tauntingly. "But since the day you two broke up, she comes seeking solace from me every day."

He holds me in, and for a moment, it's solace, his peace draining out the noise. I hear his heart thud, as he presses my face against his chest. His breathing is stable, I can hear the fear in his voice, threatening to pour through tears. I missed this spot, like forever. It sure was cold and lonely for all these months. Hot festering eyes on me, I hear his apology. I know he regrets breaking the word to me, but who would think I'd feel the pain, for that loser of a human? Not even me, but here I am.

My love never gets tired of marrying me every year in church, like his friends, he also has a tattoo on his chest, and my name is engraved there. I believe that until the end, I will still choose Ryker Matt Sullivaño until we are both old. ––THE END––

He is the man I love. I cannot explain the way I feel for a man I just met but there is something about him that pulls all my heart strings... It has nothing to do with his looks and everything to do with his heart... He might just be the man I grew old with. He might be the man who father’s my children. He might just be my soulmate. The man who holds my hand when life slaps me in the face, when life turns it is back on me. He will weather the storm with me.

I ask teasingly. "Scorchingly hot, Mrs. Mennetti," he tells me with a wicked grin. "Then let's get started, Mr. Mennetti," I say, pulling him in for another long, sensual kiss. "Show me how much you love me." "Always, cara mio," he murmurs between kisses. Connor Mennetti, once my enemy is now the man who holds my heart. It beats for him and him alone. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

A white curtain drapes itself over the canopy. Kent stepped slowly out of the bridal arch, which was veiled in a white curtain with white roses scattered around its edges. A local artist's song played softly in the background as a melodic tune floated through the air. The name of the song is immediately apparent to me. Just by looking at me. Kent, who was kneeling, held a velvet box that was jade in color. His pleading eyes betrayed the gravity of the situation, as if my response might decide his eternal destiny. Without a doubt, the Tropicana Beach location of his extravagant proposal was exquisitely furnished. A community of friends and family members envelops us. They have been present d

She gets so happy that her juicy pink lips stretch into a happy smile but she handshakes with me being professional. Man! I'm gone case now. Why I'm behaving like a love sick puppy . I've never behaved in such manner in my entire thirty two years of life . Even I've never felt like this for any girl, never even for Kavita. When I think of SWARA, yes her name is SWARA BOSE , I feel some sensation inside my chest. She is insanely beautiful like her name.It seems like somewhere some one is playing any romantic tune in his violin. Why I'm feeling this? But it feels so good.

"That's more like it. You used to be the pool champ who could shut a room full of men up without raising your voice." My father taught me billiards. He said the harder your heart shook, the steadier your hand had to be. Later, Luca said I looked too cold when I played, too much like a woman who belonged in lecture halls and federal briefings, not the woman standing beside him. So I stopped. I was lining up the next shot when familiar voices came from the corridor. "Luca, that clean run last time was insane. When are you teaching me?" "Please," another man said. "Other than Vivian, who has ever seen Luca teach anyone himself?"