How To Be A Better Man For Her Novels & Stories

“Yeah? And?” “And you’re a good guy, OK, and even though you adore women, you ain’t some fucking prick with the ladies. You don’t screw around and you don’t do one-nighters. I think she’d respond to your… ummm… particular brand of charm. She may not know it, but I think she needs someone who can stand up to her a bit, not kiss her ass. If you can reach her, I think she’d maybe even open up to you. Trust you with what’s going on with her.”

"Come on, we all know the best way to keep a woman is to give her what she wants. I bet she's grateful as hell. If I treated my girl like that, she'd worship the ground I walked on." That earned a faint snort from me. The tension in my expression eased a little bit. Confidence glinted in my eyes. I could already picture her surprised face when she walked through the door. I could already imagine her softened voice, the moment she'd finally give in to me. The moment she'd realize how much I had done for her. For us. "You never knew how to treat women," I said to Henry, a slight smile playing at my lips. "That's why you're still single even after going on countless blind dates. Maybe you shoul

And I know without a doubt that I would do anything to keep her by my side for the rest of my life. I never thought I’d find someone like her. She makes me feel things I didn’t even know I was capable of feeling. She makes me want to be a better man. To be the man she deserves. The man who can love her in a way that’s worthy of her. She makes everything else—everything that used to matter so much—feel so insignificant in comparison.

If she had been a better woman, she would not have been the subject of the town’s ridicule. If he had been a better man, she tried to turn her mental monologue around as her therapist always encouraged her to do. If he had been a better man, he would have seen what the Triquetra were doing to her. If he had been a better man, instead of being outraged at her for being a victim, he would have been outraged at them for making her one. If he had been a better man, he would have been furious at the town for blaming her, rather than blaming her too.

he patted my shoulder before walking over to his coffee. If I were a good man, I would let her go. Let her find a man who would love her and make her laugh until she was crying or snort while laughing, but I wasn’t a good man. So, there’s no way I’m letting go of her. Even though I should.

“Not to judge me. To guide me. So I do not make mistakes.” She withdrew her hand and folded it into her lap. “I will not help my son trade his dignity,” she said. “I am still your mother, even if I am poor. Even if I am desperate.” She looked at me then, eyes sharp again. “But listen carefully. This man likes you as you are. Do not change for him too quickly. Men who hunt notice shifts. They respond to weakness. If you ever change, do it when you are certain of your footing.” Her voice softened.

“So you haven’t really been trying to get back to being just friends like I asked you to?” “Correct. I’ve been faking while trying to become the man you want… it’s not easy, though,” he sighs and grabs his phone to show me something. It’s an article about how to be a romantic man. I can’t believe him, “Every single point they make sounds pointless and stupid to me, not to mention I already do half the things in there. I say I love you every chance I get, I try to be affectionate and gentle, don’t I? Anyway, I’m trying. I will continue trying, all I need from you is… that you give me a fair chance and allow me to be better.”

"How am I supposed to get through a night of dinner and talking without thinking about seducing her? She's so damn hot. I swear she's the only girl that can turn me on by talking about washing dishes and having babies." Kendal snorted, showing signs of life for the first time in days. "Then you know she's the one for you. Just be yourself tonight, man. If you want to seduce her and the moment is right, then go for it. Beth doesn't want a cardboard cutout of the man you were. She's not asking you to change everything, bro. Just the things that hurt her. Ask what they are and promise to work on them."

“What do you think? Food, great company, and a little dancing if you feel up to it.” “The horizontal mambo?” She gave him a cheeky grin and loved the sound of his laugh. He was breathtakingly gorgeous, but his personality only made him more attractive. He had every reason to be a jerk, as most men in his position were, and yet he held himself to a higher standard most days. He was giving, and had been so good to her through her situation with her family over the last few months. “I’m always down for making love to the most beautiful woman in New York.” He tugged his hand from hers and parked the car. “You ready for a day of relaxation?”

He chuckled and shook his head. "You're lucky that, as you said, she's not the type to go and have fun in a place like that. What do you think she will do when you have a misunderstanding and you leave like that? If she had friends she could call like me?" "I get your point, but she's the one who didn't want to talk." I complained. "Women are to be wooed. If she's your wife, you have to do everything to make things better for both of you. Even if it was her fault, you have to say that it's yours."