What The Hearts Wants Novels & Stories

"I don't have a problem bringing you down to your knees if it means getting what I want." "And what is it exactly that you want?" I adjusted myself and held her attention. "Because if it's what I think you're after, they sell them in varying sizes at the sex shop down the street. Big ones for girls like you who need a little extra tension after years of taking it so good." "I don't want your dick. I want your heart." She shrugged and turned to walk down the hall. "And I intend to get it. No matter what."

She wanted to go with the Queen Mother for a different reason! "So, young Nerida, you summoned me. Why?" the Queen Mother questioned her when they were alone. "Oh, Queen Mother! I have a problem!" "A! You have a love problem?" "Yes, Mother Queen!" "What do you think is the solution?" "I want to grow big as a female human! I want to be able to hide my wings!" "Huhummm... Your parents do not know these wishes, I presume?" "No, your honor. I want to use my two of my three wishes now, my Queen Mother!"

“Everything you have to offer, in every way. My pussy or my heart.” “What does your pussy want?" And What does your heart want?” My finger digs into the flesh of her hipbones, and it’s neither gentle nor soft. It’s rough, like she always wants it. “My pussy wants your cock, and my heart wants you. All of you.” Her words burn like acid in my chest, and I grunt to let the impact be less intense.

“I understand dear, I would’ve been mad if it were me too, but I’d like to ask you an honest question.” “What is it?” “Asides from your duty and all the mate bond drama, what do you really want for yourself? What does your heart want?” “What do I want?” Ava was not really sure if there was such a thing in the cards for her, she’d never been asked that question as all her life, she’d always been given the things the groomers thought would be most suitable for the pack’s future Luna. But within her heart, she knew what she wanted, from the very first day she’d seen her mate, she knew what her heart wanted, but in her world, the one she was born in, the heart doesn’t always get what it wants. T

He couldn't accept my rejection, couldn't comprehend the depth of my disappointment. "Whether right or wrong, I don't care anymore, what matters now is you, us," he said, his voice a low rumble, his words a desperate plea for connection. I stood there, caught between the intensity of his desire and the clarity of my own heart. The night was filled with unspoken words, with the echoes of a love that was both beautiful and dangerous.

But Jeffrey was oblivious to the shift in fortunes. His opportunity to play the hero had vanished. Cameron Walker, a childhood friend with whom I grew up, had stepped in to save my company. Quiet, reserved, and usually a man of few words, Cameron had always had a knack for caring for others. On the day we graduated from university, he revealed his long-held feelings for me. He confessed that he had reserved his heart for me, not allowing any other to claim a place.

She did this purposely. She stares intensely into my eyes for what seems like forever. Her blue eyes are the most adorable. Her lips are naturally pink and breathtaking. Why is he doing this? Does she want us to make the baby right now? I swallow hard trying to avoid kissing her. "Tell me you're going to say no" she softens her voice.

He replied. “Hmm, I don't want to go.” “Don't you want answers? Harrison is going to be there.” He said and she felt her heart skip a beat. Does she really want answers?

He shrugged. "Women should be worshipped, we are goddesses and not a freaking toy to insatiable men." Harriet snorted. "The real question is this, do women act like they should be worshipped? Especially those ones that always need 2k urgently." He said making us chuckle. "Not every ladies wants 2k urgently." Harriet countered with a frown marring her face. "Yes, they are some that want to ruin guys completely." He fired back making me laugh and Harriet frown harder.

When he finally entered her again, it was face to face, chest to chest, their fingers intertwined above her head. "I want to give you everything," he whispered. "Every part of me. Every part of my life. I want to wake up next to you every morning and fall asleep with you every night. I want to argue about whose turn it is to do the dishes. I want to watch bad movies with you on rainy Sundays. I want—" His voice cracked. "I want to make babies with you, Mira. Someday. When this is over. When we're safe." Her heart stuttered. "You want children?"