Male Character Novels & Stories

I doubt we are in the frame. Mave’s face split to a grin of approval. ‘Seems Greg’s preference is guys, but that is risky so he hires women dressed as men and dominates them and finishes with the sex act, so that he fits the heterosexual world of conventions.’ ‘Like ... turns them into a woman during the act. Never heard of that one. Is that a variation of liking effeminate boys?’ ‘Could be,’ Mave confirmed. ‘I hadn’t looked at it like that.’ She thought a while.

"Oh, wow. What are you, my bodyguard?" His hard glare lingered on me for a moment. "What if he's an actual serial killer in disguise?" "And what are you gonna do about that? Scream for help?" "Oh, please." His eyes squinted at me. "Just because I'm gay doesn't mean I couldn't fight. I've been trained to act masculine all these years and as you can see, I have bigger muscles and bigger body physique in general compared to that stupid boy." "I think your tongue needs to be trimmed a little. It's way too sharp for my liking."

’ I was so excited that I almost ran up to her and gave her a hug, but I managed to stop myself lest I bring humiliation to myself. When she went out, I started eating my meal. Then I suddenly heard Jean grumble beside me, who was quietly listening all this time. “You asked her out but you never did that to me.” ‘Heather’ did ask you in your last life dude, you just never appreciated it. I almost rolled my eyes. I think this male lead here has a multiple personality disorder. One moment, he was cold, stiff, and silent, then the next moment he was flirty and throwing a tantrum just like a child. How did Heather and I come to like such a person?

If she was telling me the truth. Also, I told myself it's not like this man is referring to me. We're on set. I should put emotions aside and be my character. It's not reality. It's just the script. I straightened, pushed my shoulders back, and narrowed my eyes. "You haven't been with lots of women, have you? If you're scared of a female's natural body, you should try men. You have a dick the size of a pen cap and you can't last two minutes. Perfect for a bottom. Worse, you've got nothing going for you. Not in bed, not in life. Jobless. Broke. Monkey."

Hopefully, Val’s okay. No one says a word for the next couple of minutes. Once we’re a distance away, Victor finds his composure. His dark ruddy skin gains color, and his mouth loses its tightness. Victor is a tall, lanky man with dark eyes, thin lips, and a full beard. Several thick golden chains adorn his chest, along with gold rings on several of his fingers. He’s wearing a gold watch around his wrist, a yellow button-down t-shirt opens in the chest, and his gray slacks are pressed. Giving Maleah the once over, he places a hand on her headrest and whispers. “So we meet again, my beauty.” Maleah cringes away when he takes a tendril of her hair and sniffs it.

"Now why is a girl as lovely as you are crying?" a deep male voice said. Rosalie hiccupped in surprise and quickly wiped her face, trying to locate the speaker. He was standing in the doorway in a white tee and jeans. A black leather jacket adorned his broad frame. He was tall and incredibly masculine, well-built, and powerful looking. He had thick black hair. Dark, expressive eyebrows sat atop deep-set, steel-grey eyes. His jaw and chin were broad and hard. To Rosalie, he looked dangerously handsome and familiar. Chris was handsome like a pretty boy, but this man was all hard muscles and he oozed power.

He always sounded so young, I knew of his age, but I pictured him to be more like Marc, as he’s always goading Zayne and making jokes. This male is something else altogether, not what I expected, with his tiger yellow eyes and golden blond hair, he looks more like a playboy than an Alpha. But you would never mistake him for anything other than the predator that he is. Standing well over six feet. With broad shoulders encased in a black leather jacket and a white shirt underneath stretched over a muscled chest. His dark jeans and biker boots laced halfway as if he got bored with doing the string and just let them loose. I notice a little silver ring on his left pinky finger.

He seemed interested. “A writer, maybe?” I grinned. He chuckled lightly. “I've read a lot of books and it's given me this hunger to write mine. I wanna create characters and weave their perfect worlds…” “Right. Are your male characters gonna be hot, sexy, and macho? Are they gonna be as obsessive as me?” “No…” “No?” He scoffed between smiles. “Girl, you better make me the muse for those male characters or they're gonna come out all stale and sloppy.”

Prince Victor was the last to leave, and all he said was. "Today is Rhett... tomorrow maybe me." Marcus snarled, but Victor was already gone. He walked into his wing with a heavy mind. When he arrived and slammed the door behind him, someone was waiting, and it was just who he needed. Victor was the definition of a sex maniac. He could have his Marvin go down on him like six rounds in one night, and by seven in the morning, his body would be up and ready yet for another round. His skin was smooth, and he had extremely flexible muscles.

He is a disgusting, demented creature. As everyone took their leave to rest, I lowered myself to my knees and looked at the unconscious man lying down next to my feet. Despite looking like he went through a meat grinder, my destined mate is undeniably a beautiful man. He has a masculine, square-shaped jaw, full of thick raven-black beard and a slightly squared-shaped face framed with tousled black hair which reaches his shoulders. His hair, although now dull and full of gore from battle and battery he suffered from Malleteagan, is still giving magnificent contrast to his rosy complexion. He is not even remotely bulked up with muscles as Malleteagan is, but he is still out of ordinary tall an