Male Characters In Books Novels & Stories

***** Warning: This book is rated 18 guys, there are words that some of you might find offensive so be warned. Also, the male protagonists of this book aren't all lovey-dovey at first, he's cold and aloof since it's his personality as a Mafia Boss. If you are not comfortable reading the book, I'll advise you should drop it. Don't forget to comment as it encourages me to write more, thank you!

All of them looked incredibly attractive. ​The brothers were clad in matching black garments, yet I could distinguish them from one another with ease. Malakai was not quite as muscular as his brothers and kept his hair longer; Alaric’s stance was far more intense and his skin was covered in body art; Silas walked with a completely upright posture and an air of confidence. ​I inhaled deeply. The mere thought of walking away from them felt like it would kill me. My stomach felt completely twisted and my heart ached. I never imagined I could harbor feelings for three separate men, yet I did.

The details, the characters, everything drew me in, and I couldn’t help but melt when the male main character flirted with the female main character. I let out a snicker when the female lead embarrassed herself. “Something funny?” A deep voice asked from next to me. My eyes pulled away from the book, and I stared at the man in front of me. I froze. Waylon sat next to me, sipping a coffee, staring at me.

I told her. “So,” she was panting as I was continuing kissing her, “I was reading this one novel,” I groaned and kissed her lips in the hopes of shutting her up about her webnovels, “and in this world, males are the only ones who can shift.” “Sounds like a shit book,” I murmured and continued to kiss down her neck and to her breasts. “It’s,” her breath catched in her throat, “actually quite well done.” “Mmm,” I hummed as I continued to distract her while working my way down.

On the screen, my male lead is currently pinning a woman against a wall. Of course he is. He always is! Even my characters get more action than me! Who would even believe Alessia Bellandi famous author is a twenty four year old virgin who writes dark erotica romance. With the way my characters and MMC’s are all Dominant, Controlling men who take, fuck and claim as cruelly as their mind works you would think have got some wild experiences under my belt. Because best believe the best part of my works isn’t just the storylines, it’s the sex, the possessive and obsessive traits of my male leads..

My breath hinged, I suddenly felt like an asthmatic patient. Fuck! What's all this, how are my character's alive. First it was Anna Steve, and now it's a handsome villain who wants to make me suffer. Now I can't help but think if there's anymore character in my book who would want to see me suffer. To be honest I made a lot of characters suffer.

“Not unless you are uncomfortable with it.” I look at the three handsome men before me. Dante was by far much MUCH sexier and handsome than Charley and Frank, but they both had sex appeal of their own. Being warriors, they had bodies that looked like they were sculpted by the goddess herself. Charley had brown hair and brown eyes and a baby face with a chiseled jawline that made most she-wolves instantly shy. Frank looked more mature and stoic, always. He had dirty blonde hair and blue eyes, but maintained a more serious bravado. “What about you guys? Is this going to be awkward for y'all?” I ask Frank and Charley.

Seems like neither of the girls were morning people. “Arthur?” I turn to see two rather striking wolves. One male is black, the other Middle Eastern. Both are tall and well built. The black male has amber eyes that you can't look away from, while the Middle Eastern male has a jaw that could literally cut granite. I am very secure in my heterosexuality, but even I had to admit these two males are quite handsome. I think that the younger generation would say that they were perfect for a “thirst trap.” I may not be using that right, I have no idea.

“Wands, batons, clubs, and staves. The artisans with their symbolism and character of having the utmost creativity and will.” Almost cracking a laugh with excitement and trill that he couldn’t wait to see and bring forth to the last and final loop. He just draws a cunning smile, thinking about those people, the characters, and their role to be played, when the book of Dylan opens. “Why not?” Giggling once more, the list of those people is now written in front of him. Looking, observing, and all in his amusing world. The following are written. “NATE FIGURER.”

I'm ready for sleep, but first, I'm going to start this new romantic book about demons. Humming to myself, I leaf through the introduction pages but find myself drawn to the cover image. It's somewhat distracting. There is a shirtless demon daddy on the first page. He has dark hair, blazing eyes and a nice tattoo on his chest. I giggle as my fingers touch his abs. "Of course, you have a six-pack..." I mutter. "You must be heavily retouched. Men like this don't exist in real life, but damn, whoever designed you sure was talented..."