Books With Possessive Male Leads Mga Nobela at Kwento

My identity, including my gender, is anonymous to everyone except Draven and the doctor, since I now wear a short ponytail black wig to disguise as a man and a cat face mask that covers the upper half of my face. My body is still adjusting to the proper meals and lack of excessive work to do, so boredom and the need to get busy with my hands has started to creep in. And this feeling coupled with the fact that I have to share the room with Sebs although he is mostly in his study discussing one thing or the other with Draven has led me to the general access Library at the East wing where I currently am with a pile of books sitting on the floor with me. ‘A pile of war strategy books’ to be prec

Some popular books are always in stock here, but not at other bookstores. Nicholas' work was a great favorite of Hannah's. She owns all of his works. She was desperate to get her hands on all of the most recent books. When she lifts her head and spots a book, her eyes light up and she swiftly grabs it. However, on the other hand, someone seized it. She cast a glimpse over her shoulder towards the other party. On the other hand, the person on the other side gave a lovely smile. Hannah's eyes narrowed in a guarded way. She believes the guy is taking advantage of the situation with his charms. His appearance may resemble that of an angel, but his actions are a little wicked. They've reached a d

If you prefer fast-paced books, then this is the not the book for you. - In my novels, males are DOMINANT over females because their universe is structured in a certain way. Their world is extremely different from ours in terms of values and ethics. So don't compare them and accuse me of portraying abusive scenarios because I do my best to show animal behaviour and they will be rough and tough.

The next time I see you looking at another man like that, it won't be nice. My brain is telling me to be scared, but at the same time, the sick, twisted side of me is loving this. I love a man that is possessive over his woman, a man that makes the world know that she belongs to him and no one else. "I'm sorry sir, is there anything I can do to make it up to you?" Mr Cross makes a sound that is almost inhuman while he glares at me. Again he is gripping my arm, to pull me off to only he knows where this time.

The story had been a great distraction so far, and at that moment, I needed it more than ever. I loved what read about Letum, the book's male lead—about how dark and obsessive and utterly consuming his love was. How his devotion was terrifying yet breathtaking at the same time. He was the kind of love that swallowed you whole, leaving nothing behind but the person he wanted you to be. I wondered what that would feel like.

He retrieved the novel and red the title out loud. “Forcefully Wedded, ruthlessly loved by the Billionaire Mafia.” “What type of book is this, is it about naked people?” He teased, he was referring to the barely dressed couples on the cover page who looked like they were actually having sex. “It’s a dark romance.” I said shyly. “How dark is it?” He asked. “Oh! The Male lead is unhinged and a total red flag. He reminds me of you.” “So I am unhinged and a total red flag?” He asked, leaning towards me.

“We assumed you wanted him present for the meeting…” “I don’t repeat myself,” Maxwell interrupted smoothly, his eyes still locked on me as he slightly leaned forward without realizing it yet. Silence followed. The entire room suddenly felt smaller… I had seen intimidating men before, but Maxwell carried authority like violence wrapped inside expensive fabric. Honestly, it was the violence that drew me in… the ability to see a man so put together, unravel right before my eyes. He screamed danger! Sweet danger. His gaze swept over me slowly, making my spine straighten without permission.

These new birds, they’ll do whatever it takes to be seen as powerful, nothing governing their acts and there was no weaker man like the one without discipline. So when Luca made it known to me that Calista was actively stealing our customers with offers for a night of pleasure with one of his many girls, I didn’t bother playing his game. I ran a casino not a whore house and women were too complex for me to employ, I preferred to run my business without their hormones interfering. I only valued a woman’s presence between the sheets and the only time I would care for what she’s saying was if she was either moaning or asking me to go faster. Even then, I still do as I wish.

The restaurateur sank his fingers into the luscious, silky hair and stroked his thumb down the slender jaw, a silent moan of bliss filled his mind. He swallowed and leaned his head back on the headrest. “Say what?” “He wasn’t like this with Esme.” “He was possessive too, wasn’t he?” Alfred stroked the tender earlobe and smiled when it earned a tiny whimper of approval. “But not attentive.” “I wonder—.” Alfred paused to relax his muscles and prolong the pleasure. “Will he ever show his fangs to her? He is after all the Vellum. Said so himself. And he didn’t even bother hiding it from Esme.”

Then I saw him. He was devastatingly handsome in a dangerous, forbidden sort of way. Older. Refined. Untouchable. The kind of man people instinctively respected the second he walked into a room. Yet despite all the powerful people surrounding him, his eyes kept returning to me. And every single glance burned.