Book 2/4 in the "The Heart" series: In this sequel to "The Heart Wants What It Wants," Joe Anoa'i AKA Roman Reigns' WWE career is flourishing, and now, he finally has the woman of his dreams as his wife. However, the Samoan Powerhouse is a man that craves more. He wants to create a family with his wife, Valkyrie Anoa'i, but what happens when outsiders and other unforseen circumstances cause the two to began to bump heads over the issue? Will Joe be able to convince his wife to give him the baby he wants or will his persistence backfire? This is a work of fiction. I do NOT own any of the WWE Superstars!

A collection of Roman Reigns based short stories. Smut and profanity is a regular occurrence, you have been warned.

For the first time in my life, I felt like I could finally have everything that I've ever wanted: my store, the man of my dreams, a family, it's all right here in front of me, I just have to take it. But...there's always something that gets in the way, in that case it was the pills, so I stopped taking them; Paulette and Rufus got in the way, we handled them; but now Gwen's in the way. Joe...when does it end?

a•dore [əˈdô(ə)r] VERB 1 : to worship or honor as a deity or as divine 2 : to be very fond of 3 : to regard with loving admiration and devotion Example: "I love you - no, I adore you, and you're all that I want or need from this moment on."

She's a beautiful wild flower and he's a bee, the vast sea and he's a small fish happily lost in her, she's the air to his lungs; he can't live without her, but no one seems to understand what it's like to have almost everything you could ever dream of and still feel empty and unfulfilled inside. No seems to care either. Just as long as he's not with her.

Well, basically, I'm tired of bein' without you, I can't do this anymore. I️ thought bein' away from you would help but it's just made me more anxious and upset and I'd rather work all this shit out with you instead of without you. I️ love you, I️ need you, no one has ever made me feel this way and I️ don't wanna lose that; I️ don't wanna lose you. So, I'm sayin' fuck the bitches and fuck the fame; you're mine and I'm yours and that's that, and if Summer, Galina, or any other chicken head has anything to say about it, they know where to find me - right up under you.

Thinking about him hurts and it sucks ass and I've been hoping and praying for something, anything, to fall out of the sky and put me out of my misery but the worst part about that is that I won't be able to see his face again. While seeing him now was painful too, I still liked to see him, liked to see that he was still okay, I still enjoyed seeing him while he was on TV; on TV far, far away from me where he could never hurt me ever again

It's the first sunrise of the new year, 2016, and I have a raging headache, the soft California sun rays feeling like blaring iPhone lights to my squinted eyes. I groan, turn away from the windows, and snuggle up to the body beside me, her brown curly hair tickling my face. Wait. Hang on. I lift my head up a little to peek at the person lying beside me and my eyes widen when all the memories of last night come flooding back to me. The party last night, Dolph's freaking party that Bo somehow convinced me to go to, knowing she was going to be there and that I was trying to avoid being around her as much as possible; I went to the party and I... ...I actually did it... ...I cheated on my wife... ...with JoJo... ...and I feel... ...alright with it.

Leaving your hometown is hard, establishing yourself in a new city is harder, making a living as a painter is even harder, but re-finding yourself and opening yourself back up to love after your perfect dream crumbles around you is the hardest. This is the journey Aesha Thomas finds herself on when things go exactly how she dreamt they would then make a full 180 straight to Hell. She has to pick up the pieces, brush herself off, and get back on her grind but she'll be damned if she lets another man swoop in and break her again. Joe is WWE's hottest heel at the moment, having captured the Intercontinental and Universal Championships. He's finally the head workhorse of the company that he's always dreamt of being, sells the most merchandise, his three kids are healthy and happy, and he has a fine ass woman on his arm but that was definitely not part of the plan, neither was getting her pregnant. When he finds himself trapped in a precarious situation, Joe feels like his life begins to spiral out of control everything begins to unravel right in front of him. That is until he meets someone that awakens feelings in him that he hasn't felt in years but magnified by ten. When these two souls meet, it's platonic to stranger's gaze but their spiritual connection transcends what their minds think. He's an immovable object, she's an unstoppable force, but they both know deep inside that they need each other, they both feel it whenever their eyes meet. They'll have ups and they'll have downs but when they finally meet in the middle, the world will quiver in their presence as they witness the inevitable joining of Aesha Thomas and Leati Anoa'i.

Raelle Jackson is the perfect example of someone who followed the blueprint of success to the T, but even though she did all the right things, got the good grades, went to the right school, got that good job....she still wasnt happy. Stuck in a relationship that should have ended years ago she feels like she is on a never ending rollercoaster of misery. That is until she meets the man whom by every standards is the one that no mother would want for her daughter. Yes he is gorgeous but he is also powerful, cocky, arrogant and could charm the panties off of a rattlesnake. He is everything the blueprint says to avoid but how do you avoid the man who is now signing off on your paychecks and is determined to have you in his bed with your ass up and your face down? Maybe you dont, maybe you throw the blueprint out the window, suspend your inhibitions and allow yourself to be taken to the edge of sexual madness and back again by the one who calls himself the Dick Gawd Roman Reigns.