What The Hearts Wants Novels & Stories

I'm still holding onto her hair, yanking it so that her face is angled up toward me. Her mouth falls open, and she flicks her tongue over her lower lip, still plump from the kiss. Her chest rises and falls, and holy shit I want to put my mouth on her tits. I think my goddamned heart is going to pound right out of my chest, I want her so bad. This is how people have heart attacks, I think. I don't even have my cock in her and I feel like my fucking heart is about to explode. "Marcus, this can't - "

" Do you love him? What do you feel towards him?" " I don't know. But I want him." " People want people for sex you know. People want people because they don't wanna be alone. 'Cause they are scared of being alone. People want people because they feel a missing part in their hearts. Everyone has a reason for wanting someone. I think you should look deep inside your heart and ask yourself; why do you want him?"

He rasped while gently tapping a finger over his heart. "For how long?" Maeve whispered, wishing that he will give her a number or even a small ray of hope that if she wait for a little longer he will be hers in the end. "Sometimes I ask myself the same question but it's not like I have any control over it." Fisting his hair, pulling at the ends he growled. "The heart wants what it wants."

Yippie! I couldn't even focus on the emails I wanted to reply to, the joy I felt at that moment was inexplicable. I closed back the laptop and dropped it back on the couch. Then I connected my phone to the music Bluetooth speaker and Selena Gomez's Song “The heart wants what it wants” came on. I sat back on the couch listening to the music, it felt as if the music was speaking to my soul, about my present situation and I couldn't help but reminisce back to how I have turned down many women because of “Her”

Today is the day: he has kept his feelings bottled up for too long, and he's finally ready to let them spill. He parks in front of her townhouse, steps out, smoothes his jacket, and then reaches for the gifts. His heart pounds inside his chest, the every beat thunderously drumming his nervous anticipation. He has never been good at proclaiming himself, especially in matters concerning the heart, but Elena deserves nothing less than the truth.

So, she did the only thing she could think of - she turned her gaze, breaking the spell that held her captive. She wanted to be away from him, to escape the emotions that swirled inside her, but her heart thought otherwise. It pleaded with her to hold on, to listen to his heart and not his words, to hope that he would apologize for hurting her previously. She waited desperately for a response, her ears straining to hear the words that would give her comfort, that would make sense of the chaos that had become her life.

He smirked and ran his hand through his hair, “Is that a bet?” “Sure. It’s a bet.” “And what’s in it for me?” he asked, What do you want?” “Well…” he took a step closer to me and I took a step back. My face suddenly heated up as my heart chaotically pounded in my chest. Control yourself, Jenna. Your heart can’t beat for three guys at the same time. For every step he took forward, I took one back until I finally hit the wall, feeling the coldness against my back.

I apologized. “No. I am not angry my dear. We understand how you are feeling but this is fate” She started. “Some marriages are arranged but they end up with love. Can’t you see me and your father?” Oh that story! We found it boring. Annabelle and I wished our love stories to be full of adventures – maybe that was why God gave me the world best man to marry, the dark lord!

I do not want to scare her off. The Judds singing "Young love" reaches us from the gym. I do not know if it's the melody of the song or the yearning in the singer’s voice, but I find myself desperately wanting this girl to be in love with me. They say music really does affect the atmosphere. I am convinced of the wisdom in that saying at this moment. Only one thing makes sense to me at this moment and I am determined to do it before the Judds stop singing

This time he even explained what he meant. "What? Is he asking me if I want to get laid? Is he out of his mind?" I thought. I nodded to say no. But deep down I wanted to do it. A carnal desire which only few could resist. He ordered one of his men. "Untie him."