A Man Of My Heart Novels & Stories

When I got close enough, I slapped him with all the strength I had. The man I used to love looked stunned, like a deer caught in headlights. "Wendy? Why…" I held my breath and bared my lips in a ferocious smile. "Surprised? Well, you must be smug for marrying your secretary and having a child behind my back." He defended Nancy immediately, but his eyes were on me. There were even hints of panic in them. How disgusting. "I can explain!" My lips pulled further. When I spoke, my voice was cracking. "Explain what? Explain how you sent hitmen after me so I couldn't come to Imperia?"

Wilson…My Wilson All the thoughts running through my head halted at that moment. I dare say all my sadness and anger also vanished Everywhere blurred, everyone vanished but I could distinctively hear the singing crew sing ‘Young and beautiful’ ‘Dear Lord when I get to heaven, would you let me bring my man? When he comes tell him that you'll let him in……father tell me if you can…..’ That also faded into the background as I panicked turned to look at Wilson His eyes were red, puffy, sad, elated, hopeful….His eyes were a lot of things

"You deserves to be with a man that is going to be patient enough for you to unravel the true layers of your soul, a man who wants to thirst after you. You deserve to be with a man who doesn't need to entertain other women. You deserve a man who knows that your soul is too strong and powerful to be half-loved. Be with a man that appreciates your effort. You are the type of woman who will go all out to make sure your man is good. You are a woman of passion. You are the best kind of lover a man can ask for. And I want to be that man who will do everything for you, who is enamoured of you to the extent of infinity. Because I know your worth, my Dove. Love can bloom in the darkest place and ours

the old man asked him to which he spatted his head to him and almost shouted in his defense "hell no, never. She is the only one, there's a strange pull in her that always draws me to her. It's like she's the only girl in the whole world for me. No matter how much I try to ignore her, I want to see her face in the morning after waking up and her in my dream after sleeping. It seems that she is my destination which I was looking for years. she is God's gift for me which he has given me to pass the exam of life given by him. I don't know what I want from life but after getting her, it seems that I don't want anything in life. she is enough for me, seeing her, I can live my life happily. She is

"You are the man I need." Her words were just like powerful medication. Stronger than any drink. THE MAN I NEED. He was no failure. He was her instrument. He was hers now. And while he allowed himself to dissolve into that desperate passion, what he’d wanted in his world at that instant was only that. He pushed with mounting power. He now sought something which had nothing to do with happiness. It was almost as if he were trying to beat the weakness out of his heart.

At the top of the staircase, I'm greeted by Owen standing outside of my office, his normal cheeky grin nowhere to be seen. While handsome, I will never think of Owen as anything but a friend. With messy brown hair falling over his warm chocolate eyes, Owen is irresistible to many women, but not to me. Once you see a man eating expired cereal out of the box with rubber duck boxers on, it's hard to look at him as a potential partner. Not that I need one anyhow-any man would only drag me down. I've yet to find one worthy of my strength and independence.

He is the first boy that claimed the key to my heart and I believe he is the last. He is the most patient with me and he loves me, despite my scars, despite my resistence sometimes, despite my stubborness. He has given me the best part of him, his heart, because his heart is gentle, his heart has love stored, and his heart has claimed me as his. I feel all the more blessed with having all these people in my life. I no longer have a reason to look over my shoulder in fear, I have more of a reason to look ahead and live my life. I can honestly say, that I truly have a family.

“It’s fine, Marshall. You have done well. Make sure all of this is untraceable to you or me.” Amber freezes in shock as she tries to make sense of what she has just heard. It sounded like he burnt a family alive, to the ground? It all seemed very mafia-like. She panicked. ‘I am just a small town girl, I’m too young to be associated with the mafia…’ she thinks to herself. She decides to back away slowly and steps right into Damien…well, actually, his broad chest. Damien starts in surprise. “What are you doing hiding behind that shelf?” he asks. “I…err…I wanted to pick up …” Amber looks around desperately for an excuse, “...a pack of Tylenol, for you!”

“I will not have you talk to me that way Jennifer; you will respect me as the man on your life!” “The man in my life? What man are talking about Leon? The same who ran out of my life all because he was too much of a child to man up? I was not asking you to be Kim’s father, that dick left us even before she was born and I do not need a replacement for him. When I told you about ‘my’ child, I just wanted you to know everything about me.”

When it was over, he collapsed against me, still buried inside, his heartbeat thudding hard against mine. I held him close, tears spilling silently from the corners of my eyes. Not from sadness. From something purer. God, I love this man. Happiness. Strange. Foreign. Terrifying. But it was real. And it was mine. I was happy to be one with him. Happy he hadn’t run when I pushed him away. Happy he stayed, even when I thought no one would. Happy I had given my heart to a man who would never stop fighting for it.