Rational Male Book Novels & Stories

“Yes haha, I still have to finish writing the chapter of my novel I left unfinished earlier; I want to improve the chapter I am currently working.” Having to see Cillian’s expression while he was talking about his work, Bathala started to develop a deep interest on him, the only human to ever enter his realm and was able to have a familiar and friendly conversation with; Even though he knew that there are people like him in the lower plain, it was a new experience for him. And so, he decided to grant him a single wish. “Okay, I’ll open up a door to your house then.” “Ah, oh yeah, I haven’t finished yet cleaning the house. I should clean it up before I continue with my novel.”

And now I’m slumped on a plastic chair, feeling nauseous and regretting the lot of it. A tiny part of me still wonders if by walking out on Richard I made the biggest mistake of my life. If I’d hung on, bitten my tongue and never mentioned marriage, might our relationship have worked out? Somehow? But the rest of me is more rational. People say that women work on intuition and men on logic, but they’re talking rubbish. I studied logic at university, thank you very much. I know how it goes. A=B, B=C, therefore A=C. And what could be more logical than the following detached and succinct argument?

Admirable, but unnecessarily noble, in my opinion. Still, the male had not wavered. Six, perhaps seven years, and I’d never seen him even tempted to give in to a female’s invitation. And I had been present to witness more than one. He was an enigma in the pack, and some of the females saw his discipline as a challenge. I had stopped betting against him. If any male could ever convince me that God was more than just a tyrannical despot, it would be Rake. I’d never tell him that, though. He’d never let me hear the end of it.

There was definitely something I might have missed in my search because I had t searched everywhere still there was nothing to show for it. Instead of following the same method I used earlier, I started flipping through the books instead. And after much search, I picked up a reverse harem book with five men and a girl. I beamed with smiles before flipping through it. I had nearly missed it when I saw it on page fifty one. I read the chapter and I immediately understood why the book was chosen. The males in the book were having sex with the female lead, and I guess this was how we were going to end up later in the night. My tummy fluttered with butterflies at the thought and tints of blush ma

Not surprising, then, that he needed something more. But he couldn’t see himself taking a human mate, the way Mason and Brody had done. Anything between him and a human female was simply too risky…too dangerous. So where the hell did that leave him? It leaves you alone, you miserable jackass. So suck it up and learn to deal with it. Yeah, deal. He’d been dealing since he was a kid, which meant he should be damn good at it by now. Irritated by the uncharacteristic, unsettling train of his thoughts, Razl turned his attention back to Jillian. As if

Rail tried to take one book among the rows of books that were neatly arranged. He opened the book and then read it. Sentence by sentence Rail observed carefully. Right now, Rail was reading about humans, about the structure of the human body that he wasn't afraid of before. How humans live and how they take their lives. How humans grow, evolve circumstances from childhood to adulthood. Rail understands a little now about humans. Rail also understands the structure of the entire human body, both male and female. Women have a more complex body structure compared to men's body structures. Rail nodded understanding what was written in the book.

Some owners were better than others, but being a slave was her raison d'être, her reason to be, not the person who owned her. It turned out these types of books were really popular, especially among female readers. Not so much the Gor books. They were male fantasies. The others were doing well on A****n. So were the ones she used to read, but this was a popular new category of books. I wondered if we men were doing the wrong things if our women were fantasizing about this stuff. Sure it was fantasy, but it was a more brutal fantasy than I would have expected, a rape fantasy, in effect, where the woman comes to love her rapist or rapists. Rape was not something I imagined most women would car

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

“Seems like a design flaw to me…making the male lose his mind like that when the female’s in heat.” “It’s just our biology. That’s why you have all the power. It’s actually a perfect balance if you think about it.” She looks sceptical. “If you say so. Didn’t you promise me spectacular sex? This doesn’t sound so great to me.” “Oh yes, it will be the best sex you’ll ever have…that’s why you need to keep your head because I won’t. I can’t.” “Okay.” “You need to stay in the apartment with me. When your…lust takes hold, you’ll hump anything that looks in your direction. It’s against our laws, and the males--”

, the man did not know how to answer. This kind of phenomenon was related to gender. Men were generally rational and liked to reason. As for women, they were mostly emotional. They were not used to listening to big principles and liked to do whatever they wanted. To put it bluntly, they were willful. Fortunately, when Alex was in college, he inadvertently flipped through the books about how men and women got along with each other. He knew the most fundamental difference between men and women. At this moment, he was just a little speechless and did not get angry. As a man, he still had a certain degree of tolerance. He knew that it was meaningless to continue arguing, so he chose to avoid the