Winning Her Heart Back Novels & Stories

It’s a slow, arduous process, but with each step, I feel a glimmer of hope. Seeing her passion for rock climbing, her dedication to her work, and her unwavering resolve, I realize that my love for her has only grown stronger. The path to winning her back may be steep and fraught with challenges, but for Aria, it’s a journey I’m willing to undertake.

I knew it would have to be from the heart and trust me, my heart was pretty heavy with much ready to pour out but I lacked the right set of words. I didn't even know if I would be able to speak with her eyes on me. But one thing was for sure. I was going to win back Seraphina even if it was the last thing I did. I was determined to win back her heart, her trust, her love. My plan was easy. Try to make her fall in love with me while she delivers fruits. I would make sure she feewents the pack so much so I will have enough time with her. I didn't care about the money it would cost me or the rumours that would be circulating.

“After you exposed to everyone I write smut” “I did that out of jealousy Talia. Can't you see I can't get my shit together because of you. I want you.. please give us a chance” “If you want a chance then there are going to be rules” Rules can be bent, if I get her to fall me just like how times then I can finally get what I want. But then, how do I win her heart back?

But once she left, she never planned to return. Clutching his phone tightly, he realized he had been silently discarded from her life while holding onto his illusions. His eyes reddened as he stared at her new profile picture, a childhood photo showing her with two braids and a sweet smile that made anyone smile with her. His throat felt dry. After a long silence, he murmured as if talking to himself, "I want to win her back." Suddenly, his heart pounded fiercely, his expression turning sharp. He ordered Lucas, "Turn around, back to the company."

"What the hell is this?! Where am I?! Are you people insane? Let me go! I want out—I need to get back to Westvale! I'm Hector Coxon's fiancée!" She thrashed hard, but her legs were dead weight. She hit the floor, helpless. A middle-aged woman with jacked-up teeth beamed like this was some kind of game show. "Aww, look at you! What a show! Big day for you and Gary, huh? Mr. Coxon said you're sittin' on a fat stack—once you're hitched, it all belongs to the family. Makes you the perfect bride." Charlotte couldn't even form words.

Marco was right. I had spent three years pushing her away. Now it was time to pull her close. To remind her she had fallen for me once. To make her body remember what her mind was still fighting. I leaned back in my chair, a slow, determined fire building in my chest. I would win her back. With everything I had been holding back for three long years. And this time, I wouldn’t stop until she was mine—body, heart, and soul. Hazel would be mine.

He casually said, "If your Sis wants it, then let her have it. If you like jewelry, I'll buy you some more." Then, the next day, he bought her a cheap Heart Lock worth only a few thousand. Isabella closed her eyes. Thinking back to everything from her past life still felt like a knife to her heart. The pain of being dismissed by the one she loved—she could never get used to it. If it had been anything else, Isabella would have let it go. But this Heart Lock was the only clue she had to find her daughter. She would give up everything to get it.

he stiffened. “As what? Her man? Her fiance? Her bodyguard?” I seethed. “The last time I checked, you made her suffer!” Jackson bellowed. “And you watched her suffer! What does that make you?” I flinched. “Do you think you are any better than me?” I snarled. “I’m here to win back her heart. So back off,” I spat. “You’ve been there with her once, Michael. You lost your chances,” Jackson lashed.

If I wanted Roxy back, I would have to earn my way back into her life. This time, I intended to win her honestly, however long it took, whatever it cost me to prove it. And if it took years, then so be it. Because this time, I wasn’t trying to win a bet. I was trying to win her heart.

My girlfriend, Serena Weston, always has my "one-time" fingerprint registered on the smart lock for her house. Every time she registers it, she tells me, "Feel free to come over at any time. You're always welcome in my home!" However, every single time, when I return to her doorstep, the lock's prompt always claims, "Your fingerprint is not registered." After being locked out yet again, I stare at the sensor pad glowing red and call Serena. As soon as the call connects, her tone's apologetic as usual. "I'm so sorry! Blake was messing around yesterday and accidentally deleted your fingerprint while testing the lock. Hold on. I'll re-register it for you the next time I'm back." Once agai