The Hero Proposed To Me Novels & Stories

"Marriage is just a formality. In my heart, you're always number one." He sighed theatrically. "Claire has been with me for eight years. I don't love her anymore, but she saved me from drowning once. And she has been like a maid ever since, always there to care for me. I owe her that much." The onlookers gasped, their pitying stares burning into me. Yes, I'd pulled him from a frozen lake when we were kids, sparking our romance. But he acted like my sacrifice was a leash I used to chain him. If I'd known he'd become this, I'd have let him sink then.

“She doesn’t love you. You’re the third wheel between us! “She simply feels indebted to you. You’re old and ugly! What do you have compared to me?” I did not bother arguing. I took the ring from the shoe rack and placed it in his hand. “Take the ring. Propose to her tonight. I dare you.” He stared at me in disbelief. “Watch me!” He grabbed the ring and stormed off. I exhaled in relief. Then, I packed my suitcase and headed for the airport. Right before takeoff, I received a text from Debbie. [For tonight’s proposal, it’ll be my turn to propose to you. You must come.]

“You think I’m that weak?” “No.” A warm smile formed on his lips. “But you’re my most valuable possession. I don’t want to you to get hurt in any way.” My heart pounded loudly while I stared in his eyes. Isn’t this the moment when the hero confesses his feelings to the heroine? Thinking about it made me nervous. It was overwhelming! “Dawn, I…” I let out a nervous laugh to stop him from whatever he was going to say. “I don’t mind getting hurt, if the pain comes from what we did like last night.”

He packed her lips and removed his shirt then he picked her from her thighs and headed to the couch. Her hands were rolling in his hairs and pressing his head more and more to her side. His lips moved down on her bosoms and he stopped. She was shocked and fumed. She glared at him and he caressed her hair gently and asked," First promise me. You will marry me. Tomorrow morning you will not run away. Ok. We will marry tomorrow morning. Say you agree with me. " She retorted to his proposal," OK SUPERHERO… BUT NOW JUST F*CK ME HARD. I CAN'T CONTROL THIS PAIN."

"Nox, I love you. That was the best proposal I've ever heard." Standing, he reached for my hand and pulled me to my feet and into his embrace. "Well, the bar was set kind of high. I mean, I heard the one proposal: You'll marry me. It was a tough one to beat." My smile grew so big my cheeks ached. "It was close, but for the record, yours is the only one I accepted." "Good to know. Let's eat these delicious sandwiches and explore that kneeling thing a little more." "Oh, Mr. Demetri. Whoever said you weren't romantic?"

“—No! No, not unless she figured out a way to break science and time.” Abuela chuckled. “Then what is it?” I stepped further into the room, rubbing the back of my neck. “I want to propose to her. And I know I don’t have to ask anyone. But… I want your blessing.” Her needles stilled completely. She looked up at me, her gaze sharp and searching. “You love her?” “With everything I’ve got.” So I decided to start to plan once she gave me her blessing. Everything was fine until I received a strange call from a number I didn’t want to recognize.

Ahankara retorted. "That just meant I wouldn't be as gentle towards you." "So this is considered gentle?" She mocked. "Yes." He pulled her to his chest by her wrist, making her bump against his chest. "This is gentle," he said softly, looking down at her. She stared up at him silently for a moment, before looking away and pushing him away from himself. This time he let her do that, letting go of her wrist as well. "So yeah, thanks for accepting my proposal. I was afraid I would be hurting you in a number of ways if you chose war, and I didn't wanna do that."

He was getting tired of apparently arguing with me. "If you showed me your curves for the first time, why didn't you want to marry me?" Citra stopped chewing. Since then, he has been very focused on his food. Drunk people may be hungry, let alone have vomited last night. I grabbed the red ring box I had provided when I received the waitress and opened it right in front of Citra. The same ring. "Don't let the ring disappear because you try to propose to me all the time." cynically.

After we got home, Chloe suddenly called out to me. She looked at me, her gaze carrying a certain resolve. “Owen, you truly love me, right?” After three years, my love for her had become something that needed repeated confirmation. I stayed silent, standing where I was as a bitter feeling spread through my chest. “I wouldn’t propose to someone I don’t love. It’s just like how… you wouldn’t marry someone you don’t love, right?” Chloe instinctively avoided my gaze at my question. She forced a small, unnatural smile. “Of course.”

I told the men I could handle my father on my own, but they refused to let me come by myself. While Viktor is reading something on his phone, Alexei glances at me. “I noticed Anya’s wearing an engagement ring. When did you propose?” “I didn’t. I kind of just shoved it on her finger,” I admit. My hero stares at me as if I’ve lost my mind. “No, tell me you’re joking.” “I wanted to make it romantic, but there was an asshole hitting on her, and I lost my mind. I’ll make it up to her with the wedding.”