Make Man Fall In Love Novels & Stories

I asked. He looked up with tired eyes. “You’ve never fallen in love. You’ve stayed chaste all this time. I should have done the same. Love only ruins people.” At his words, an image flashed uninvited in my mind. Mannie. Her shy smile. The way her voice softened when she spoke. The stubborn way she held herself even when she was wrong. “What the f*ck?” I cursed inwardly. I clenched my jaw, forcing the picture away. I couldn’t afford this kind of distraction.

Book 17 The highway was a blur of concrete and dark trees as Julian sped away from the club, his hands gripping the steering wheel of the Maybach with an unnecessary tightness. As he drove home, the passing streetlights cast long, rhythmic shadows across the dashboard, and his mind involuntarily reflected back to Jasmine. She was his first love, the only woman who had ever managed to dismantle his defenses completely. That was the last time he had truly believed in love, before everything fell apart in a spectacular display of deceit.

He begs me. My guards fall instantly. I feel very weak. My body yearns for those strong arms. I want to shout to him my desire to make love with him. As if Dinam was reading me, he bends over my lips and captures them like a thirsty man throws himself into a spring of water. I was shy at first, but eventually listened to my body and wrapped my arms around his neck. We kiss as if we were going to eat each other raw. Dinam picks me up from the floor to lay me on the bed. At the same time, his briefcase falls to the floor. He's standing on top of me, his member taut to the point where I can see the veins in it. We both wanted this moment. Our bodies were hungry for each other. We were looking f

I answered questions directly, without excess, without closing anything off. Where did you meet? His lecture hall. We disagreed about something. About what? Whether love was real. Laughter around the table. And who won? I looked at Adrian across the table. He was already looking at me. “The argument is ongoing,” I said. Warmer laughter this time. It was after the main course when it happened. A man to my left. Broad shoulders. The confidence of someone accustomed to being the most important person in a room. “I will be direct,” he said. “There have been suggestions. That this marriage was convenient. Professionally motivated.” He held my gaze. “What do you bring to this marriage Elena? Beyon

If anyone saw me now, they would think I was here unwillingly; my friends would freak out if they knew I agreed. Marcus Mancini stands before me, his leather chaps slightly open as his hand grips the leather whip and his wicked smile melts my heart, I should have ran, I know I should have. I am falling in love, and even I know Marcus Mancini is not a man you want to love.

“Why?” “Why?” “WHY IS IT YOU?!” Mane screamed as life escaped his body, clutching the hand of the woman – the very first woman – he had fallen in love with. For standing before him was Sunflower with a cold expression on her face. Her eyes were emotionless, and her hands were cold and unfeeling. Next to her were her sisters, each with cold expressions on their faces. They watched Mane like they were looking at just another insect on the ground. As he fell to his knees, dejected and broken, his eyes filled with the pain of betrayal, they felt nothing for him.

"I made you a subject because I was too afraid to be a man. I kept you in a tank because I didn't know how to earn your love. This... this child... it is the manifestation of my greatest sin. My need to own the thing I love." He pulled me back so he could look into my eyes. "But I learned. I learned that love isn't about architecture. It's about the ruin. It's about being willing to fall apart so the other person can be whole. Let the bubble go, Panni. Let the water come. I’d rather drown with you as a man than live forever as a king in this grid."

I have lost myself in the pleasure of his presence and closed my eyes to feel the moment when I heard something that just tore my eyes with fresh hot tears, "I am sorry, Amara. I am really very sorry. I never meant to hurt you. Yep, it was a plan to become friends with you and seek advantage of your intelligence as you were the God damn topper of the class. It was a plan that I made with my friends but trust me, Falling in love was not a plan. Yes, Amara... I love you. " He chuckled.

"Nandhini, please listen to me. I am so sorry. I know sorry won't change the pain you felt all these days but please give me a chance to make it up to you. I will surely prove myself to be a good husband and a good father. I promise to you that I will remain honest and loyal to you till my last breath. I love you so much, Nandhini. My best and worst moments were with you. I want to make more of them in future with you. I knew I am not the best man a woman could wish. But I will try to change myself for the better. My love for you will never fade, Nandhini. In the past twenty years, my love for you only increased and it never reduced even for a single second. We will get old and we might stru

Her heart beat against her chest rapidly like a pounding drum and it was all because of Young-mi. She tapped her Converse on the stage and took a break from the electric guitar, slinging it behind her back. Cho-ae then crouched on the front edge of the stage to make direct eye contact with Young-mi and sang into the mic with her low voice, "Every time you're near me, suddenly my heart begins to race." Young-mi matched her gaze and looked up at her, their foreheads about an inch apart. “And every time you leave, I don’t know why my heart begins to break.” They were only allowed one song each, but the crowd welcomed Cho-ae with great appreciation. But the performance felt too stretched out for