Wooing Me Novels & Stories

she began. Whispering in her ear, I took my time. “I’m going to take advantage of that,” I paused, a smile forming on my lips. “I am going to make you fall out of love with whoever and ensure your world revolves around me. I promise you,” I said confidently, fighting the urge to take her at that moment, as the scent of her shampoo intoxicated me like I was high on something. I moved back and stared at her face. “I’m going to court you officially, sweet Rose,” I said, unfazed by her stern expression.

“Now everyone knows about your wolf—how beautiful and strong she is. If people start seeing you for who you really are, other guys are gonna want you. And I really, really don’t like that.” “Then why don’t you just claim me?” I asked gently, leaning in until my lips were almost touching his. “If you claim me, I’ll be yours. Completely yours.” I leaned in provocatively, brushing my nose lightly against his. I just wanted to see how far I could get if I really tried. I wanted to know how much I could influence his choices if I played my cards right. He held his breath, tightening his grip on my hand as our lips finally met in a slow, burning kiss.

I say. Matt scoffs. "Bullheaded." "So, how do I woo her?" I ask. He chokes on his laugh. "Woo? You sound so old, Mr Trafford, ancient." "Be serious." "The same old way, Ronan. Flowers, gifts, jewelry, find out the things she likes. And maybe ask her officially this time, use the actual words and reassure her." He says. I sigh and slump in my chair. "I don't know much about the things she likes."

I tell her I want to woo her. Aria stares at me for a moment, those luscious lips swollen from my own mouth ravishing hers, her skin is flush, tiny beads of perspiration brightening a halo of auburn around her alabaster skin. “To woo me?” she repeats, and I’m not sure what she thinks of it. I nod. “Yes, that’s exactly what I want. To court you. To date you. To let you know how incredibly special and precious you are.”

They have not seen each other for a long time and she just came back. “Nah, you can’t fool me, Melissa Johnson. Knowing your personality, I bet you had fun going on clubs there.” Isobelle said with her eyes turned into slit. “Alright. You got me.” She said then laughed. “This beautiful and sexy lady here, made men kneel down with just one wink.” She even flipped her hair. “Look at you. You just can fool everyone with your innocent face.” Isobelle just smiled and shook her head.

And when dawn arrives, I have to continue the work that I have no idea what it means. So the only thing that attracts me is the possibility of winning Henry's heart. I get out of bed and walk over to the wooden table among the window. I take paper and pencil, exhale, and begin writing. "I want to win his heart, my master, and make him moan my name every night. I give my all, and he will surrender faster. Yearning to be my man throughout his life..."

“What do you want from me, my sweetness?” “Don’t call me that.” I rubbed my sore arms. “I want you to leave.” He gazed back at me for a long moment. “Fine. But know that I will do everything in my power to win your affection. In return, you will have wealth, comfort, and anything else money can buy.” My chest tightened. “But not your heart?”

He just watched me. I sauntered and seductively–as best as I could–to his side of the table and placed my hand on his wrist. “Would you like to watch the moonlight with me?” His throat bobbed up and down, and then he licked his lips, his eyes still stayed on me. Instead of a response, he removed his arm from under my touch, and my heart squeezed. Of course, I did not expect success on the first try, but I thought it would at least be possible to make him follow me to see the moon before leaving. I even went as far as secreting pheromones to pull him in.

How we’ll fall into each other’s arms. This obviously isn’t going to be exactly what I’ve always dreamed of. Kurt isn’t a wolf. We aren’t going to immediately fall in love like two wolves would. But there should be attraction. There should be desire, lust, want. It should be enough to get him to call me. And I am not above using sex to get him around me. The more that he’s around me, the more likely he is to fall in love with me.

“As a royal, I am required to find another mate. I need a wolf that is powerful in his own right, someone strong and authoritative. A man that could be my match in everything.” I raised my eyebrow and pouted my lips seductively as I emphasized everything. Owen had easily caught my meaning and my wolf snickered as the scent of his arousal reached my nose. He was taking the bait hook, line, and sinker. “Allow me to show you how well we match, princess.” He replied, his voice thick with lust.