What A Man Wants Book Novels & Stories

At first , her hand forms a circle and then a triangle – her mouth vomit words that none of us understand. “Who are you and what do you think you are doing?!” Andrew asks again , before raising to his feet. However , the woman continues to ignore him and chant. “This is your last warning to speak –“ Britney and I , watch in absolute horror as a small wave of some sort emits from her hands which begins to float towards us. Andrew is the first to come into contact with it , and this making him fall to the fall with a heavy thud. I rise from my bed , watching as Britney also fall unconscious by it’s touch – my sudden movement earns me a growl from the wolf. I start backing away , trying my har

"Why also praise stories like that? Are there no other books that are of higher quality?" "Hahaha... that's why, you better read before commenting. It's like you've judged someone 100% bad even though you've only met them for a few days. That's an unfair judgment!" "I only caught what I saw!" "That means your thinking is shallow!" "All right... all right, so what's the point of the story?" "Why don't you just read it yourself?" "Just tell me!" "Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder."

He leaned forward, "but you see, my mother runs and owns an empire far greater than mine. Greed, Celeste, greed makes me want a piece of that and I won't get a piece of that unless I've given my mother something she's always wanted for me. I thought over the years she'd forget her ludicrous dreams and hopes of me finding a woman and settling down. I fell in love with my books and not the place between a woman's legs." I sat silently listening to this man speak, "but I will do what I must, to get what I want. I want my mother's multibillion US dollar empire and I want it now," his face hardened as he glared at me, "and I'll be damned if you don't do what you're supposed to do and become my wi

How many men could easily talk about fucking a woman with such certainty and not feel sorry or like a creep for it? He was unapologetically himself. And perhaps while it annoyed me — infuriated me, sometimes — I couldn't help the feeling of amusement and finding him so...manly. "You wish." I managed to mutter. His green orbs gleamed, knowing his words had affected me, somewhat. "Nothing wrong with a man wishing, Roxanne. But I tell you, I'm not a man who wishes. I'm a man who wants and gets what he wants. As simple as that."

"And you, what game are you playing? The indifferent man? The one who can watch another man covet his wife without flinching? Because that's the reality, Mike! He wants me. And you? What do you want?" The car stops before the manor. Mike does not move. He breathes heavily, his entire body vibrating with contained tension. "You want to know what I want?" he finally says, turning to me. His eyes are embers. "I want him gone. I want to erase his memory from your mind. I want you to forget the sound of his voice. I want every particle of your being, every thought, every breath, to be only for me." His admission is not tender. It is a wild claim, almost violent. It is the fortress cracking, revea

This dark, dominant, insane, beautiful man… Wants me forever. Wants all of me. And part of me is terrified. The rest? The rest of me is already his. To Be Continued...

There’s something raw there, something that looks like hope. “Thank you,” I say, holding it closer. “This means more than you know.” “Welcome, my dear.” The waiter arrives with our appetizers. I barely taste mine, though I know it’s perfectly prepared. The book sits between us like a promise, like a bridge across the distance we’ve carried. “What do you want?” I ask suddenly. “From the future. From life.” He considers this, setting down his fork. “Honestly?” “Honestly.” “I want to wake up and not immediately check my phone. I want to have dinner without thinking about board meetings. I want…” He pauses, and I watch something shift in his expression. “I want to be the kind of man who deserves

Every girl deserves a man who can keep her as his lady, respects her with all his heart and let her live the way she wants. Among all cliches, you guys chose my book and tried someone different. That means a lot to me. See you all in my next book where you'll witness the story of a man who is determined not to give to the fantasy.

"Just relax for a bit. I have a teleconsultation to handle. If you want to sleep, go ahead and use the bedroom. Just call me if you need anything." I sat in the living room, taking in his place. It was the classic sanctuary of a workaholic: bookshelves overflowing with medical texts, biochemistry journals, international reviews... it was basically a university library. It was sparse, almost cold, and way more minimalist than Damon’s place. Not a single trace of a woman. No photos, no knick-knacks. Nothing.

I asked. "Do… you want to sleep with Amy?"