Novel & Cerita The Hero Proposed To Me

I instinctively tensed, my breath catching in my throat. "Perfect. It looks devastatingly perfect on you, mate.” Hero growled proudly while I touched my neck, he had just marked and claimed me. Finally, he was mine and I was his. Our bond was finally sealed.

“If you didnt do it out of spite then each fucking detail of this fucking proposal of yours wouldn't have been the same. You purposely did this to hurt me! You don't love him!” “That's what you want to believe and what are you talking about? This has always been my dream proposal and the guy I love has prepared it for me. So what makes you think that I don’t want to marry him?” I asked, finally pushing myself away from him. It took me more strength than I realized and my feet got caught in the trail of my dress making me lose my footing. My eyes widened at the anticipated fall and I reached out my hand towards Draven but before he could pull me up Alfeo had rushed to support me from behind.

I couldn’t even stop the tears at this point. Maya didn’t complain and just pulled me into a hug. “He came to meet me. He.. he…” I said, voice breaking. “He asked me how I wanted my proposal to be.” Maya caressed my hair. “The beach…” I whispered. “The decorations… everything” I laughed shakily. “The whole stupid fairy tale.” “Lyra.” “That was mine,” I said. I couldn’t even make my voice steady. “That was exactly how I said I wanted it.”

The words hung between us, heavy with the weight of what I was proposing, but I did not falter. “It won’t be today. It won’t be tomorrow. But soon. And when it happens… I need to know if you’ll be by my side. Not as captain. Not as his friend. But as the man I chose to love.” I pressed a brief, deep kiss to his lips before whispering my final words. “As my man.” Hertor didn’t answer right away. He kept his eyes closed, as if savoring my lips while weighing the proposal. The silence that followed was long, tense, charged.

He chuckled softly and I raised my head to peer up at him in wonder. Is he crazy? “Is—is this—this a—pro—proposal?” I finally had the courage to string the words together. “I know I am not doing this right. I had thought this would be done over a candlelight dinner with soft music playing in the background in my favourite restaurant but why the hell not? My instinct is telling me to go for it now, so yes, this is a proposal yineka mou. I will make an official one later with me on one bended knee asking the question again.” He then winced slightly at this, as if he never thought a day would come that he would kneel for a girl. Poor Christos!

EINILLE concealed the amazement in her eyes while gently staring at her boyfriend—Hero. She thought how lucky she was for having him in her life. Hero was the type of man she prayed and dreamed of—a total package of his kind. He was articulate, funny, and a natural charmer, plus his lean muscular body that can protect her anytime. He appeared like an angel sweetly talking with her. Hero discussed his newly built business in line with gold mining in the province, and he looked so proud of his milestone. They were currently eating their lunch together in their favorite restaurant in Sorsogon.

“Jace... he proposed. In Paris.” A small chuckle left Jackson's lips. “Planned?” “Surprise romantic getaway, actually” I corrected. He smiled. “Alpha Jace didn't strike me as the 'I'll lasso the moon for you' type.” I simply hummed, nostalgia hitting me like a ton of bricks as silence once again surrounded us. “Why did you ask?” I gathered up courage to ask, “About who proposed.” Jackson shook his head. “No. Forget it.” “Jack” I called firmly.

he chuckled. I pulled back slightly and looked at him, pretending to be wronged again. “Do you... Do you not like me proposing to you? Do you regret your decision?” “No...” He shook his head and smiled gently. “I always thought I would be the one proposing to my mate. I was just surprised... Pleasantly surprised. I’m happy that you proposed to me.” I placed my cheek on his chest and hugged him tighter in case he tried to kiss me again. “I’m happy too, Theo. I know you’ll be good to me.”

"Say yes! Say yes!" I kneeled in the middle of the crowd, awaiting a response, as my friends' excited shouts drowned out the square. "Enough. You're so annoying." Hailey Morgan, the woman I was proposing to, snatched the flowers from the ground and hurled them hard at me. Her expression was vicious as she exclaimed, "You're so selfish! What else do you know besides pressuring me into marriage? I've told you so many times that I can't get married right now."

“Are you serious? Are you really worried about that?” I move closer to her, and unable to contain myself, I slide my thumb across her cheek. Our eyes connect in an impulsive and suffocating way. And I feel the ground slipping from beneath my feet, stealing my control and letting insecurity absorb me. “I already said I’ll take care of everything, Miss Ricci,” I whisper. God, whispered words came out of my mouth. And as much as I want to pull away from her, I simply can’t. “Accept my proposal, Julia,” I insist still in the same tone, while my eyes explore her inner self. “And I promise I’ll change your life!”