Novel & Cerita Romantic Hero

His eyes searched mine, not doubting, not testing, honoring the weight of what I meant without forcing it spoken before its moment. “Then stay,” he said softly. I smiled. “I keep doing that.” He stood, bringing me with him, and we moved back toward the window, arms around each other again, bodies aligned, hearts calm. Outside, the world resumed its restless motion. Inside, we didn’t rush to match it. Romance, I realized, isn’t only intensity. It’s recognition. It’s safety. It’s being met, fully, and held there with intention. His chin rested lightly against my hair. My hands rested over his. No performance. No strategy. No armor.

Hector's words came to me about how she wouldn't desire a man like me as I thought about how perfect Cyrus is. Attractive and courageous, unscarred, and not excessively tall as I am. His attractiveness isn't the cursed type that attracts abuse and amongst other things, he is perfect for her. I could already picture them together while I stand behind watching them happy because that's what she deserves. But you are married to her, you idiot! A voice growled in my head and I let out a sigh knowing he wouldn't attempt to claim her with that fact.

It’ll be so pathetic of me. My shoulders shake and my fingers slip to drop onto the button of his white dress shirt underneath the black suit jacket he’s wearing. I can feel my chest becoming too tight to house my pounding heart, and I let my body fall forward to bury my face against his chest with fists clutching his jacket. “If you want me to leave, I’ll go...but just don’t leave me in the dark again. Let me support you, as your mate” What do they call heroines like this? Meek, submissive, and pathetic, right? They keep falling subservient beneath their dominant mates and are the ones who keep the appeasing end.

she said, quiet but firm. I blinked. “Like what?” “Like you were mad that I cared.” I sighed, leaning back on my hands. “I wasn’t mad. I just...” She turned toward me, eyes bright despite the exhaustion. “You were jealous.” “Maybe a little,” I admitted. “It’s hard watching someone else get to be your hero.” Her face softened. “Roman, you are my hero. You don't have to fight off rogue wolves or tear open dimensions to be a hero. You stayed. You kept me breathing when I wanted to disappear.”

He knew he had the knack of pulling the birds as he bluntly told her with a grin that it was his success in music which was responsible rather than his own looks. “But you are really good looking,” she said thoughtfully, looking at him with the eyes of a teenage girl. To young females he must seem exciting, a rough, iconoclastic hero without inhibitions or boundaries. Javier had something of the same appeal to the women who fell for him. They both exuded sex appeal and the allure of the anti hero. Roberto grinned at her, leaning over to trail one finger over the parted softness of her. mouth. “And so are you, Darling.”

She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

He is just a creature who lacks love, a love that can tap into the deepest recesses of his heart. Let Romeo promise. It's not Romeo and Juliet who are the fairy tales of the mortal world, but Rena and Romeo who can dominate the hearts of every lover.

Damn my fair, red-headed complexion, because the flush creeping up my neck and spreading across my face is probably visible for all to see. I watch him disappear into the crowd, disappointed he doesn’t look back. The man is beautiful. A perfect specimen of raw masculinity. He’s rough-mannered and tattooed, but damn, he has enough charm to take all the edges off what might otherwise be an intimidating presence. And wow, that little show of force with the guy who was bugging me? Total turn-on. I’ve always had a thing for heroes.

(29). Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 29: Delusional . Miles was sprinting down the street, avoiding the sidewalk because it was too crowded, and dodging cars as they came his way. Aiden needed him, he told himself. Aiden was a damsel in distress in need of saving, and Miles was his knight. He would make him happy again, like he always did. He skidded around the corner toward the deeper suburbs where he knew

A man who would kill or die to protect you. Can she not see how huge that is? The sort of soul who sacrifices himself for those he loves. A man who has killed for me and stood in the way of any harm coming at me from the moment I met him. Alexi is my hero, maybe not the fairy-tale version on a white horse and gallant armour. He is more of the dark variety and scarier than the devil, but he would never let anyone hurt a hair on my head and now I realise I’ve always known it. It’s why I fell in love with him, even when I had no reason to.