Obsessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

He has seen alot of female's that was degraded to mental instability because their obsession has turned to something else and they are ready to kill anyone just to get together with the person they are obsessed with, he has being a victim of this situation for uncountable times, alot of girls who developed their obsession to a 'mental thinking' that he was meant to be their, that he was a gift from God to them so they should 'possess their possesion' he chuckled again at that. "I never thought that you would be reduced to this Emily, did you know why no one pays attention to males obsession over females?, because even though men can do anything to get what they wanted, they would never lose

Just as I turned to leave, the comments appeared again. "This is hilarious. The second male lead is practically burning with desire at the sight of the female lead in a nightrobe, yet he must pretend he feels nothing. He's like a grumpy little puppy!" "The female lead should definitely shift her attention to the second male lead. Every time she goes over to her childhood sweetheart's place, the second male lead ends up taking a cold shower. Poor guy." "The second male lead might struggle with his urges, but he's only attracted to the female lead. When she failed to win the main guy back and left, he was devastated and even fell into depression. The angst is killing me."

The guys were good-looking, like vogue cover-worthy good-looking, and some were more desperate than others It was alarming. She probably would have been worse if she had been a male and not a female. There was also the fact that the thought of her dominating men always got me aroused, not that I wanted her to dominate me but now and then I did think about it, but the thought that truly got me all hot and bothered was how explosive it would be if I could dominate her, if I could get her to submit. I felt a shudder ripple through me, forcing me to adjust my dick in my pants. This was why I needed to quit. This obsession with my Gabrielle was not helping my investigation. I needed to get out be

She gasps in shock, "A foreigner's tale? Please tell Ning'er about it!" I scratch my head, "Er..." The male lead has a strange fetish, where he enjoys inflicting pain on others. The female lead falls for his disputable traits anyways. The relationship was preposterous to begin with! I can't possibly tell her about the fact that I based it on a quite provocative and voluptuous book!

his words rolled out of his tongue while his eyes remained glued with hers which caused a shiver inside her heart because only Ezrene knew what he exactly meant by those words of his. “So….,” he turned his head to look at their professor. “I don't know about harming or ruining but obsession holds the power of strengthening a human's any other emotion whether it collides with love, hate or lust. Obsession makes sure that that feeling reaches its destination no matter what became just like Ms. Soler said…” he turned his head to look at Ezrene again. “Obsession doesn't care about the boundaries of right, wrong, moral, immortal, sane, insanity,” Ezrene clenched her palms because she knew his eac

He would treat the girl who had a crush on Yang Tian-Xu like she was a princess and slowly makes her fall for him instead. Perhaps his jealously towards Yang Tian-Xu had made him become such a horrible playboy? No, he can only blame himself for being such a womaniser, he couldn’t help admired Yang Tian-Xu because surrounding him were the beautiful women. If Yang Tian-Xu wants to he can have any woman he wants. Everywhere Yang Tian-Xu goes there would be countless women who would throw themselves at him.

There was a violent, untamable hunger beneath his royal mask, and it was driving him just as insane as it was driving me. He wasn’t trying to banish me to the West Wing to protect me from the council or Clarissa. He was doing it because he was terrified of his own beast. He knew that if I stayed in his building, if he smelled my scent through the vents every night, he wouldn't be able to hold himself back. The sheer realization that he wanted me just as badly—that his body was actively craving the same ruining I was starving for—sent a wave of bold, liquid arousal straight down to my core. I marched toward the door, going after my mate.

Friends noticed, colleagues whispered, but Adrian only smiled, thinking it was love, devotion, care. By the end of the week, Evan had fully established the rhythm of their lives. Adrian’s world revolved around Evan’s presence, his days carefully curated, his nights orchestrated for comfort and intimacy. Evan’s obsessive traits were fully visible now: constant checking, calculated proximity, subtle domination, unwavering control. Yet Adrian saw only love, devotion, and tenderness. And that was the dangerous part. Evan’s obsession had crossed every boundary he had tested before, yet Adrian welcomed it, craving it, addicted to the careful balance of dominance and tenderness. Evan knew it was pe

And there he sat: Alexander in a leather chair, whiskey glass in hand. God help me. That dim light didn't do anything to diminish his presence. If anything, it only served to make him look even more striking-sensationally sharp planes of his face, a light scruff along his jaw, with the top of his shirt unbuttoned, revealing only the outline of his flawless, well toned chest. Power, control, he looks like he has the whole world under his complete command. And in fact, my stomach churned because beneath that cold exterior lay a curious mix of passion and, danger, and something quite illicit.

*Caroline* Noah Stark might be God’s gift to the female population here at Ohio state University, Good at football, bad at love. Obsessed with scoring, refuses to play by the rules. Cruel. Relentless. Brilliant. Intoxicatingly attractive. But I want nothing to do with the dark-haired football player.