Opposite Of Womanizer นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

He looked up when he noticed my discomfort. "I don't like that these deviant masculine gawkers are seeing my assets. I am the most greedy and selfish when it comes to my woman" he admitted, referring to my open chest as he tried the front material to cover it more. I had forgotten about my hunger. Damn! I stared at him in wonder and amazement at the name he had referred to me as "His woman". We engaged in a glancing competition as we had stayed intensely into each other's eyes until I heard Alvize say loudly "The celebrant is hot as hell!"

The insecurity… the petty jealousies… the anger and immaturity… the emotional manipulation… But how could I see them? I’d only been with him. I didn’t know that’s not how it’s supposed to be. I didn’t realize that’s not how all men act. I met a man who didn’t act like that, but, hey… he was a womanizer, right? In retrospect, it’s funny that the womanizer was the more emotionally healthy of the two. Not funny ‘ha ha’… but funny painful. Or funny fucked-up. Even when Shanna spelled it out for me… well… you only hear what you’re ready to hear, or want to hear. Anything else gets marked down to ‘how can a girl who’s never had a real relationship know anything about mine?’

I pushed her hand off me with the flick of a wrist. "Wait, you're going to tell me you aren't the type of guy that appreciates a bold, sexy woman?" she quizzed, drooping her eyelids and really putting on the charm. "I'm the type that is best left alone," I warned with a throaty growl. The woman huffed. "You're a real buzzkill, you know that?" she spat caustically. "Then maybe you should try your charm on someone else," I suggested. "There's plenty of pathetic men waiting for a cheap hookup," I tossed out as I swirled my whiskey in the glass.

Honestly, how can she even talk about manners when I have grown with the world's best serial killers. "good", the woman complimented and I smirked. "ok, so this your work phone, you will get calls and you will have to schedule the meetings and things based on the calls. You even have to prepare the arrangements based on every meeting. remember every meeting requires unique arrangement", the woman suggested. I heard her details nicely and checked on the mobile. She finally got up to leave but before she moved out, she stopped for another advice, "make sure you stay away from Mr Damon. He is a womanizer and as per a girl like you, I dont really think that you have reached here based on any of

Few years ago I came across a blog regarding a narcissist. That how you can never win an argument against them. Same is with Adriano. There is no winning from him. "You did wrong to the women even your own mother and sister. I cannot stand it." I yelled at him. "Listen to me, Emilia. You need to understand certain things." He sighed. He spoke. "Men are active social beings Emilia and women are passive sexual beings. Nature of man is to act, is to lead whereas nature of women is to obey and respond. A virtuous woman is simple and obedient." He explained me.

“When are you going to stop messing around with women?” “Are you sick? Why did you vomit that much?” He is trying to change the subject and avoid the topic. Oh well, my brothers, except Skyler, are womanizers. Actually, even my grandfather and father are womanizers. “Okay, just don’t forget to practice safe sex.” I turned and looked at the woman who’s at my brother’s bed. “Rethink your decisions, girl. You are more than just a sex figurine. Even if he’s my brother, I can’t tolerate him being a womanizer. You’ll be one of his toys for a while and be instantly a garbage after. So, choose wisely.”

"Don't you feel bad about throwing away the Luna position that was already in your grasp? Don't you feel like you're wasting your potential?" "Right! Did that human man at least treat you well out of the public eye?" the woman in the fiery red dress snapped, her eyebrows arching sharply. "In my experience, human men with wealth and power like him are usually incredible jerks in bed." "Hey, don't be a hypocrite. There are plenty of he-wolves in our world who are just as much of a jerk and a cheater," the woman in the emerald dress retorted, defending her own argument. "So, I don't think the 'jerk' parameter is a valid reference."

No goddamn way. So Vixen was considered a whore, though if she’d been a man, she’d have been called a ‘player’, or she’d be described as ‘sowing her wild oats’, or something equally lighthearted and non-judgmental. No way anyone would think that she was trashy for enjoying consensual short-term flings. But she was a woman – a youngish, attractive one – so whore was what was flung in her face, over and over.

“I still don't understand what you mean.” “Here it is,” I answered, trying to think of the best way to massage his ego. “I know of certain gang men who change once they are married. How many they kill and what they do suddenly seems to matter. They start rushing home as early as they can, trying to be with their wives instead of going on night operations. They even stop sleeping with other women. That is the thing about women, Damian. They try to change a dangerous thing into something docile, something they can wrap around their fingers at home.”