Wooing Novels & Stories

“I am yours,” she said softly. “I promise. No more gifts from anyone. I am sure you will make it worth my while.” Oliver’s entire body visibly relaxed at her complete surrender, the possessive tension melting into pure adoration. A slow, predatory smile spread across his face as he processed the weight of her promise. “Good girl,” he praised thickly, his voice dripping with satisfaction. “You have no idea how long I have wanted to hear you say that.” His hands moved from her back to slide up alone her ribcage until they cupped both breasts firmly through the red laced bra. Thumbs circled her nipples slowly while his lips returned to assault hers hungrily. “You will never regret choosing me,”

"I love our life. I wouldn't trade one day of it. But I'd like the part we skipped. I'd like you to court me." For a moment he didn't move. Then something crossed his face, a slow dawning, as though he'd been handed a gift he hadn't known to ask for. "You want me to woo you." "Badly. With flowers, and bad poetry, and one awkward dinner where you spill something." She laughed, and a tear slid down. "And when you've done all that, and you still want me, ask me properly. Not because a clause says so. Because you can't help it."

Musty groaned at the same time Marwan muttered, "Inna lillahi wa inna ilaihir raji'un." "To win a girl, you need to show her that you are interested and ask her questions to get to know her better," she began, ignoring their groans. Her brothers were terrible when it came to girls and sometimes, she wished they were all girls so she wouldn't have to deal with these kinds of situations. "You ask her questions to show that you are interested and not hire someone to stalk her," she glared at Marwan. "Haven't I taught you guys about how to woo a girl enough?"

Leo demanded, shutting his eyes back off while moving Ismael further to himself. The dominance, his demands, the burning furnace of possessiveness which blazed in Leo's eyes for a stricken moment had shivered Ismael greatly while he caught Leo's sight. Ismeal could feel the wet warmt within him as he placed his hands back onto Leoz caressing his wholesome legnth. He knew this was the man he knew, the man he had always wanted. *******************************************************

Before Olivia could react, she was already lying beneath Wayne. His gaze was filled with intense desire. Olivia found his actions confusing, especially considering his earlier encounters. She tried to steady her voice and asked, "What are you doing?" Olivia attempted to free her hands, but Wayne's grip only tightened. The edge of his ring pressed painfully against her delicate skin. Wayne proposed with a provocative edge, "What if I offered you a substantial amount for just one request from you? Would you accept?"

Those beautiful eyes of hers and the memories of all that we have done together were enough to seduce me into forgetting what I reason for inviting her was. But I was determined. This is my reputation and my business we are talking about here. I can't go around having fun while my life is about to be thrown into jeopardy by this lady in front of me. “I think I started yearning for you lately. I tried getting all the fun I wanted from other ladies, but it was a dead end. They never accepted my notion” I explained. This was just a way of trying to convince her that her visit here wasn't a trap.

I had to regain control swiftly; the tension between them crackled with an intensity that bordered on carnal, threatening to erupt into a wild mating frenzy. “Aurina, could you somehow coax Brock's wolf away? His looming presence on top of us is overwhelming," I pleaded, feeling the weight of the beast's watchful gaze. With a sultry purr that rumbled through the dense air, my wolf responded, her voice dripping with insinuation. "Oh, but deep down, you crave the thrill of our dominance being the ones on top, don't you?” Her words, wrapped in a velvet tone, hinted at layers of unspoken promises. The fiery zeal of her mating instinct only magnified my struggle against the enchanting pull of the

“Is there something you want?” Him. Roxie wanted him, she craved him like the air that she breathed and her wolf needed him. Just this once, he would allow her to indulge herself right? She got closer and when he tried to move away, she wrapped her arms around his neck and stood on her tippy toes. “What are you doing?” Roxie felt her pound as she looked at his lips and slowly leaned in. “Just this once, please…don't push me away.” Then, slowly, she leaned forward and her lips brushed him in a tender, unhurried kiss—a quiet plea, a silent question. She felt him tense up but Roxie didn't let go of his lips.

Kim looked into Asher's eyes, her voice laced with a mix of playfulness and sincerity. "You know, Asher," she began, a smile tugging at the corners of her lips, "I won't be going home with you tonight. I want something more. I want to be courted, to experience the sweetness of romance, the thrill of anticipation." Asher's gaze softened, his genuine interest and admiration evident. He took her hands in his, his touch warm and comforting. "Kim, I understand. You deserve to be wooed and cherished in a way that fills your heart with joy. Flowers and chocolate, candlelit dinners, and heartfelt conversations. I want to show you just how much you mean to me."

Lio laid down in between my legs, sort of resting on me. “What’s wrong? You look upset now.” He said. “I suppose I’m wondering why you would do something so incredible and then tell me that’s all I get unless you can make me yours forever.” Lio sighed. His warm breath caressed my stomach. “For the wolves, when a male uses his power to pleasure his female it is considered a proposal of marriage. Depending on how satisfied she was, she would accept.” I looked down at him then, he’d gotten my full undivided attention now.