How To Be A Better Man For Her Novels & Stories

"You're insane. You barely know me. You've been here twice." "I know enough." He reached up, cupping her face in his hands, his thumbs brushing away the tears that had escaped despite her best efforts. "I know that when I'm with you, I feel like myself. The self I always wanted to be, before the world told me to be something else. I know that I've never met anyone who made me want to be better—not richer, not more powerful, just better. Kinder. More patient. More human." She laughed, a wet, shaky sound. "That's a lot of pressure to put on a person."

"You…" Felix hesitated, his handsome face tinged with sympathy. Among the beastmen, he was unusual—one of the rare few who preferred human ways of living, and thus he knew a little about our kind. Yet even so, he had never imagined that human society, so advanced and prosperous, could still leave someone to live as miserably as I had. He couldn't understand my parents. Even in the great beastman clans, where offspring were numerous and favoritism existed, they followed the law of the wild—survival of the fittest. Favoring the weak over the strong was something unseen and unheard of.

Anda asked. " It's simple,You have to stop being so strong and independent all the time,A man wants to prove he's a hero,Men love women they can help carry over a spot,open a drink for,put their hair in place and generally pamper not one who speaks vulgar words,threats and throw random people over their shoulder or Punch them in the eyes"Alex replied. "I'm not all that.. I'm a vulnerable woman who is totally fragile and loves being helped by a man"Anda rolled her eyes.

Because more than anyone, she really knew what their real situation was. Bastie sighed and got out of the car. He opened the door for her and helped her out of the car. The perfect gentleman as ever. "Goodnight, thanks for tonight." She said and gave him a kiss on the cheek. Yes, she can do that, whenever she does not have tantrums and she does not have any mood swings just like now. Amusement was dancing in his eyes, "Goodnight..." He said and gave her a kiss on her forehead. She was about to turn her back from him when he called her. She faced him again.

I could see the tension in his shoulders, the way his hands kept tightening at his sides as if he was forcing himself not to put them on me again. “You heard me.” I stepped closer and pressed a finger against his chest. “If you want to call her yours, then act like a man who deserves her. Protect her. Listen to her. Make her feel safe. Stop making her feel like she has to apologize every time she needs something from you.” His expression hardened. “You think you know what she needs?”

It’s for her, so it’s right. I’m the man who gets to be with her. That’s worth the pain. But that doesn’t mean I’m a saint. I have to find a way to get some relief. Something. Anything. Or I’m worried I won’t make it through the next two days without impressing my will upon her. And that would disrespect her thoughtfulness, her determination to make me a better man and football player. Can’t do that to my future wife. I won’t. I can be the good man she thinks I am.

I said with an angry tone. I heard him clear his throat. [Ehem! No need, man. Just use another method to coax her.] I shot an eyebrow up. He know another way? Somehow, I calmed. "What method?" [If you can't pursue her in a decent way, coax her in a sexy way, man.] I can imagine him grinning like a pervert as of the moment. F-ck! I groaned. "Don't you have any other ideas?" He chuckled. [Man, you really have no idea on how to make your woman feel better. Seduce her. Make love to her. Make up sex is the best, man, I'm telling you.]

“You need to come over earlier and let me show you how to cook, darlin’. You need to be good in the kitchen if you want to snare yourself a good man.” “I thought I only had to be good in the bedroom,” I said with a laugh. “This man thing feels like a lot more work than it’s worth.” “Oh honey, when it’s done right, it is absolutely worth every burnt finger in the kitchen when your man is ready to kiss it all better,” she drawled.

I'm not planning to ask it back. When you love a woman, like you really love her, then you change as a man. Loving her changes something in your core and heart. You become a better man. You become a better man because you want to give her more and more like she deserves a person like you. Love changes you without demanding a change. 'Real men don't change for a woman' is such a stupid thought. If love hits you, it will rip your skin and shake your soul. When love is true, it makes us better men.

I said with a serious gaze. “But she deserves a better man,” he said. “And you are the best, all she needs right now is a caring, understanding, and loving man that understands her steps even when she doesn't talk about it, that is what she needs now, and you fit all that. She needs nothing else except that, you have all it takes, don't stop yourself from doing something you love the most, which is making the person you love happy,” I said, and he nodded at me.