روايات وقصص ضمن Possessive Male Lead Manga

Do they really need my dramatic death just so they can become the heroes of this story? What a bunch of rubbish! I gritted my teeth. "Do you kn-" "Your hand is precious." He cut my words. "Let my guard do the slapping." Did I hear him right? My eyes brightened at his words. So you're on my side after all. "Okay," I agreed. "Osiris." At his call, a handsome man with red hair and grey eyes stepped forward. What the... Isn't he one of the sub male leads? The one who would end up dying while protecting the heroine?

They bared their teeth at me, snarling as if daring me to take a step closer. His hands settled atop their heads, gripping the fur tight in his grasp before pulling them down to his lips, whispering, “…She is not to be harmed.” He’s their leader, the one who kidnapped and dared to hurt the human. I must kill him by my own hand or I will not be satisfied with this battle…

Charming as he pretends to be, I have no doubt that whatever Sacred lives in his skin is as parasitic as it is grotesque. I also may pass in the old way, by murdering the top performer in class to get rank if he gets any closer to Ayame. 6: Hiro - The Art of Possession

When he found that I was not going to give up, he released my legs and crawled on top of me. “N-No...” panic seized my lungs when I saw the sheer size of the man up close. The predatory glare of his eyes would kill me before he did. I shook my head and pleaded with my tears when he confiscated my delicate arms that were battering on his broad chest. “Stop Moving” words wrapped in warning vibrated through the length of my body like thunder, rendering me immobile. Holding my gaze captive he began “I’m just trying to hel-” *SMACK*

He drove into me twice more, deep and hard, and then I felt him pulse inside me, his own release hot and endless as he buried his face in the crook of my neck, his body shuddering against mine. We stayed like that for long moments, panting, the water beating down on us, washing nothing away. His possessiveness wasn’t just passion, it was a cage. And as he gently lowered me to my unsteady feet, his hands now soft as they soaped my body, I knew one thing for certain, the secret behind that metal door was the key to knowing him better. And I intend to unlock that door and unravel the mystery behind it.

"And everything inside this shirt ... also belongs to me. Got it?" "I got it ... Arka ... ahh ...." Bima surrendered completely. He didn't care if another member of the basketball team walked in. He didn't care if Radit suddenly appeared. In his head, there was only Arka, the overwhelming scent of this swapped shirt, and a passion that had already reached its boiling point. Arka showed his protective side in the most primitive way, marking every single inch of Bima’s skin that had previously been covered by his threads. Every touch, every heavy squeeze of a thigh, and every hoarse, dominant whisper in Bima’s ear was a permanent seal of ownership. Arka didn't just want his shirt back; he want

However, I still have to try to get away from the clutches of this possessive man. “Fine.” He slowly moves away, creating a big space between us and I finally look down to his crotch. My throat runs dry when I see his dick, big, hard and pulsing. I can't take my eyes off it for a moment, but when I finally do, I find him staring at me with a devilish grin on his face. “You can leave if you want.” He says, his voice husky and chilling, as if he's dating me. I stand there clutching my dress, my legs refusing to move even though my brain is telling them to. I take a deep breath, smelling the thick scent of cashmere in his luxuriously large room.

Marcus said carefully, “you don’t hate it as much as you should.” The silence that followed was heavy. Because Marcus wasn’t entirely wrong. Adrian turned away first, pacing the small room. “You don’t understand what it’s like there.” “Then explain it to me.” “I can’t.” “Because you won’t—or because you’re afraid to admit you like standing next to him?” Adrian spun back, frustration flashing. “You don’t know anything about him.” “No,” Marcus said, voice hardening. “But I know men like him. Powerful. Untouchable. They take what they want and call it fate.”

He pauses,looking at me closely. “You’re his girlfriend aren’t you? I saw the picture of you both in that phone”, he chuckled. His chuckle is cold and taunting, sending a shiver down my spine. “Bingo. Yeah,I think you’re the one he calls sweetheart,ain't ya? We got ourselves some leverage here, boys.“ Man 2:”Oh, this night is just gettin' better and better…” The blonde guy takes the knife off our necks. “We’re taking her!”

He tries to sound indifferent, but her…no…his voice shakes. Without another word, he begins to pull down his pants, acting like doing this means nothing to him. And he would actually pull off his pants…if I didn’t stop him. My hands move on their own and clamp around his wrist. “She…he is clearly a male…”. I can’t make sense of it. I can’t believe that Yukimura Rei is a man…a male omega. Even as he stands before me with a chest like mine, all I can look at is his long, brown hair, and his very green eyes.