The Heart Wants What It Wants Book の小説・ストーリー

I didn’t want her like the others did—not for a cheap thrill or a moment of power. I wanted more. I wanted to own every second of her life the way she unknowingly owned every second of mine. I wanted her laughter. Her fear. Her bad habits. Her silence. And it scared the hell out of me. Because for a man who had everything, I shouldn’t want anything this badly. Especially not someone I’ve never touched. I closed the laptop and stood, walking to the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked out over the city. The skyline glittered like it always did—cold, perfect, untouchable.

"Scarlett, just sign it already. What kind of stunt is this supposed to be? Who's he trying to scare? "Acting all high and mighty. Who are you trying to impress? "Scarlett could get divorced ten times and still have men lined up around the block. What's there to worry about?" Chase chimed in. "Exactly, Scarlett. You can't let yourself be led around by the nose." "Hey, I think Chase is perfect. Childhood sweethearts. He and Scarlett are a great match." Seth looked at me smugly. The mourning armband seemed to offend his eyes.

She understood that now. Riley was never a prize to be won, she was her own woman. She knew what she wanted in life and went after it. That was why she never allowed herself to fall in love before. Until she stole the Koenigsegg. And went for a ride with a man that knew what he wanted. She finally allowed her heart to get swept away. She was no man's possession. But she was in possession of his heart, as he held hers. She smiled happily as she remembered their dance. Sometimes brutal, always exciting.

Well it was a devil printed on his chest above his left nipple extending his hand as in to grab his nipple. Daniel gulped. His jaw was hanging trying to gasp the fucking view in front of him. He wanted to ravish him, eat him. It was taking every ounce of his self-control. But Fuck... He couldn’t stop himself, not when Carson was looking so tempting. Carson was tapping his feet eyes closed, pretending as he was unbothered. But he was freaking from the inside. He knew he had stepped into a den of wild lions. He knew if they both decided to take him, he wouldn’t be able to stop them. And believe me...he would never stop him.

Candy was awakened when she felt the gust of wind on her face. She opened her eyes, surprisingly she was able to sleep tightly despite the restlessness she was feeling. She turned to the left of the bed where Kenneth lay down but he was no longer there. Candy sighed, she again focused her eyes on the outside of the window. A forced smile traced in her lips as she looked at the leaves on the tree like dancing with every blow of the wind on them. She suddenly felt envy of the leaves, they are free to do what they want. They are free to follow the direction they want to go, while she is like a puppet who only obeys the wishes of her husband, Kenneth.

"Maybe I should want May to be here with me, really... but the fact is, I don't. I invited the right person because I invited the only woman I want to be with tonight." "But a woman who's not competing for the key to your heart, Nicholas." Her tone was concerned, even a bit sad, and not ironic, despite the program's name usage. "You've never needed to, have you?" He ran his hand across her face and sighed. "You always burst in, broke through windows, knocked down walls... like a hurricane! You never needed a key, an invitation, or anything to enter my life... my heart."

“Love should feel like clarity. Like peace - especially when the world is chaos.” My throat tightened. “But I need him.” “No, sweet girl,” she whispered, her voice like velvet and steel, “you want him. And that difference matters.” Her words landed like a stone dropped in the quiet lake of my mind. I want him. I want Calvin. But maybe… I’ve been trying to make that want into something bigger than it was. Maybe I’ve been trying to turn chaos into safety, heat into permanence. And for the first time, I let myself ask the question that had been curled like a snake in the dark edges of my heart.

“I was thinking of you the whole time, whenever I turned a page, I found myself thinking, how I wish he would do that to me, or I want him to do that to me.” He was silent for a long time, and just when I thought he didn’t hear me, he quietly goes, “What exactly did you wish for?” “What?” “What did you wish for baby girl?” I swallow, trying to think about what I had read, but all I could come up with was his finger inside of me. “A lot of things.” I mutter at last. “Tell me about them or you won’t get them.” I take in a deep breath, “I wanted you inside of me, I wanted you to eat me out until I cried, I wanted you to slam into me from the back, whilst I screamed...”

𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒑 was 𝒍𝒊𝒌𝒆 𝒂 𝒌𝒏𝒊𝒇𝒆 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒂 𝒅𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒆𝒓 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒎𝒚 𝒉𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒕. 𝑰 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒘𝒆𝒂𝒌. 𝑯𝒆𝒍𝒑𝒍𝒆𝒔𝒔. 𝑷𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒕𝒊𝒄.

The fact that my heart still hasn't let go is neither here nor there. The heart will always want what it wants, but there's a flip side to that coin. The heart is deceitful above all else, and that bitch is the first to give out when shit hits the fan. She's like a mischievous little sister who starts shit with someone else, then run away or hides behind you when things get real. So, my heart can want whatever the hell she wants, but I'm not playing that game.