How Can I Win Her Heart Back Novels & Stories

This was choosing sanity over chaos, safety over ruin. I walked to the armchair and picked up the silver dress. The silk was cool and slippery against my fingers. Expensive. Perfect. The uniform for Operation: Fall in Love with Michael. Failure was not an option. I couldn’t afford the luxury of a heart that yearned for broken things. I had to rewire myself. Methodically. Relentlessly. I would focus on his good qualities, his loyalty, his stability, his obvious devotion. I would savor his touches, memorize his compliments, immerse myself in the life he offered. I would kiss him again, and again, and again, until my body learned to respond, until my traitorous heart finally got the message. I

"I think you need someone to talk to." Thank goodness he knows I really do need one. I've been thinking, cracking my brain on what to do, strategies to go in order to convince her to myself. How am I going to win her trust back after everything that happened? Will she trust me again? Will she give me a second chance? "You know, to win one's heart you have to give them reasons why you want them back. You can't just go ahead and drag them to yourself, it doesn't work that way, and it's definitely not as easy as you think."

I had to talk to her. By midday, I was sitting in my private jet, staring out of the window as the plane lifted off the runway. Madrid, here I come. My phone buzzed again. This time, I didn’t ignore it. ‘Charm her with your changed attitude and send my love to her, I pray she gives you an audience though.’ I grunted and shoved the phone back into my pocket. Charm her back? As if it were that simple. Sarah wasn’t the kind of woman who could be swayed by smooth talk and empty promises. She was…different. She was real.

Even if part of me never stops wanting him. Because the only way I win this is by not playing anymore. The only way I can have him back in my bed is to have him back in my heart. I can’t have both and I choose me. For real.

It pulls me toward her even as I try to stay seated. Every time there’s a pause in our planning, my eyes drift to her. Apparently, I’m not as slick as I thought. “You could just go talk to her,” Gregory says. “She doesn’t bite. Though you might like it if she did.” I flip him off. “Seriously,” I mutter. “How the hell do I even start? After everything I’ve done to her, how do I make her want me back?” “You tell her exactly that,” Jamal says. “That you fucked up. That you want her. That she’s the only one you’ll ever want, and you’ll do anything to make it right.”

“Bro, calm down. Just explain everything to them.” “If I do it out of nowhere, they might shut me out even more. I need to wait for the right moment.” “You’re doing great. You’ve got this. And if you need help, Xandro and I are just a call away.” “Thanks, man.” I hung up and turned back to the book. Time to move to step two. Step 2: Win Her Heart with Thoughtful Gestures Give her a simple gift that she’ll appreciate. Pair it with a heartfelt message. Thoughtful, personal gifts go a long way. It’s the meaning behind it that counts.

If I play my cards very well, I can have her in my bed. With this thought, I started thinking of a way to make this happen. The last time I saw her, she wanted to talk to me. I can start by giving her a listening ear. If I wasn't wrong, she did create the impression, she wanted us to get back together. I can use that to my advantage. After all, she had already lost her virginity; what more is she protecting?

He didn’t expect such question from me. He nodded. "Of course. I am very happy with her." He responded. "Can you give me some ideas, so I can make my mate a happy too?" I queried. "I can. But I am not sure if it will work for sure." He uttered. "It's okay. Come, sit here." He sat on the chair, we started talking. "What should I do to win her heart? I mean, what will make her happy?" "Try to know what she likes, give her surprises. And care for her. Women love a guy who genuinely cares for her." He suggested.

I wanted to say something, but I don't fucking know what to say. We both went for the elevator button at the same time and our fingers ended up touching each other. She quickly withdrew her hand as if my touch burned her skin. I can remember when she used to crave for my touch, but now she detest it. Even though she allowed me to wipe away the blood on her face yesterday, I could sense that she wasn't comfortable with my touch. How do I win her back when she has totally moved on, and want nothing to do with me?

His Amelia. That night, Adrian returned home, dropped his jacket over a chair, and walked straight to the dining table. He didn’t pour himself a drink like usual. No. Tonight, he was a man on a mission. He fetched a fresh leather-bound jotter, his favorite Montblanc pen, and opened his laptop. YouTube. Then he went straight to the search bar. Search bar: *“How to win your wife’s heart back after messing up.”* There was a click. The first video opened with an enthusiastic man pointing at the camera.