Wooing Me Novels & Stories

he responded bending forward, while his hold was still around me, making my fragile body shudder at every movement he made. "Leave me" I resisted; not daring to look into his intoxicating eyes. "I need you" He hissed close to my ears, as a result his warm breath evaporated all my firmness. He and his ways of wooing me.

"I'll make you fall in love with me again, just like on our first date. There must be some feelings left for me, I'll fire them up again, for sure!" I plan to use this time with her to win her over, with romantic dinners, flowers and everything she loves. Human Town offers more possibilities for romancing someone than our pack ever did, and I'm ready to go all out to woo her. I have plenty of time, a week, a month, as long as it takes.

I glanced at him. “But maybe,” he added slowly, “you could change her view of you.” “How?” A grin tugged at the corner of his mouth. “By wooing her properly.” I blinked. “Wooing her?” The word felt foreign in my mouth. I was an Alpha. I conquered enemies. I didn’t… woo women. Or at least.. I don't know how to… Nikolas just shrugged. “You’ll have to try it.” He stood up casually. “Three attempts should be enough to figure out whether she’s completely immune to you or not.”

He’s wooing her. “I’m not saying date me,” Eon continued, his voice gentle, disarming. “A lesser man would rush you. But I am not hunting your body, beautiful. I am hunting your heart. And that is a chase that requires patience. Let me show you I am worthy of the catch. Allow me to earn my place beside you, before I ask you to share mine.”

Liza sighed and plopped down on her bed, resting her head against the pillow. It would be a lie to say that she wasn't attracted to Jonathan or that she hadn't begun to fall for Jonathan. It was difficult not to fall for him when he was proving at every step that he had changed and had become a better version of his old self. More trustworthy, more mature, and more stable. He still had that smile she had fallen for years ago and their history felt so distant that she was tempted to give in. Her heart pounded whenever she was near him, blushing like a schoolgirl, flirting like a teenager. He made pulse race and filled her with an all-consuming fire. These were fancy words but they were true.

Moving myself out of her grasp, not appreciating her touching me. But she soon moves back towards me and she grabs me again, this time, stroking my arm. “Oh but Mr Winters, I have some interesting business ideas. I do think a drink would be a wonderful idea. I don’t believe we have met before. You don’t have to work with my father if you have an issue with him. The business has me as a lead partner too.” She pouts at me, clearly in an attempt to be seductive. Quite honestly, she looked more like a fish. An ugly one at that.

Canna P.O.V. My heart was pounding in my chest as my father's words echoed in my mind. The thought of attracting other werewolves with my scent was both thrilling and terrifying. But deep down, I craved more than just a mate. I yearned for passion, for desire, for a love that would consume me whole. And as he pressed me against the wall, his hands resting on either side of my head, I couldn't help but feel my body respond to his touch. His lips were soft and warm against mine, sending shivers down my spine.

He clarified that gave me a signal to breathe again the same time my disappointment was activated. "Anything available, sir," I simply answered while I tucked my hair behind my ear. I saw the way his eyes shifted to what I did but immediately withdrew his eyes from it and cleared his throat. He asked for seduction, and I needed him in love with me. This is going to be a short process. Only if I get too bold. Only if I have the heart to be a mistress and be selfish, I'd have him locked up and tied with me. "Is there anything else you need? Perhaps a couple bites of cookies or a cone of ice cream to help you cool down?" Crossing my arms behind me, I displayed a genuine smile.

And I, in my desperate attempt to win Olive's heart, had succumbed to the darkness within me. I mustered up the courage to speak, my voice trembling with a mix of fear and desperation. I reached out, gently grasping Olive's wrist, hoping to sway her decision. "Please, Olive," I pleaded, my voice filled with a raw vulnerability. "Think about it again. Your feelings for Aaron were fleeting, temporary. You'll realize it soon enough. Stay with me. Be with me." I yearned for my words to penetrate her heart, to make her reconsider.

Of course not, humor requires humanity. “And what if I still say no?” He took a slow step toward me. “Then you die.” I scoffed, even as a tremble worked its way up my spine. “Is that your way of wooing a girl?” “I don’t woo, I claim.” “Right,” I muttered. “Because that’s romantic.” He ignored the sarcasm. “The ceremony is tonight.” My head snapped up, “Tonight?” “You’ve had two weeks to think. I’m done waiting.”