Reforming The Obsessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

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I imagine her name is Isabelle. Isabelle, it's soft, and it's light. If I observe the elegance of her step, I see the lightness in it, that of someone who has left their worries at the office. A wild thought comes to me. Could Isabelle be unfaithful to her man? A small, nothing but mini infidelity of nothing at all. It would be a nice one but quickly forgotten because her man is waiting for her at home. Would she feel guilty like the regrets that gnaw at me? But basically, if I analyze: why have remorse? What are they here for? It was me the day before. I don't think it was a dream. It was my hands that were playing with this new body. I could not have dreamed of a better moment. Or if so, c

He reprimanded. "I'm old enough to run this place and I know the risks. I'd rather die than let you take over." I sneered, my voice dripping with contempt. His smile widened, but it didn't reach his eyes. It was a predatory expression that made shivers run down my spine. “I love your fierceness and determination. But it is too early to kill you. You are a bit useful to me.”

Andrew replied with a counter-question. Isabella's pretty eyebrows slightly furrowed. What thoughts did she have? She had plenty. "The male lead in this movie really portrayed a scumbag. He has no moral bottom line. A married man, being entangled with an ex, is the most shameful. If they love each other, why break up? If they've broken up, the man should remarry, and the woman should move on. Why act so affectionate and clingy to the past? His wife is truly wronged. Should she be doomed to be harmed by him?"

He needed to prove that his obsession was stronger than their design. "You think you’re a symptom?" he panted against her lips, his hands roaming her body with a frantic, possessive heat. "Then let me be the disease. Let’s be so sick, so twisted, so obsessed that even the Vanes are afraid to look at us." As they stood amidst the ruins of the ledgers, a low, mechanical hum began to vibrate through the floor. At the far end of the vault, a hidden projector hummed to life, casting a grainy, black-and-white film onto the stone wall.

I place my hand over my mouth dramatically. “But, I was thinking of showing up at the ball like this. It might be a new style. Have you seen the runaway shows? This might be a hit.” His eyes widen before he frantically shakes his head. He has OCD and obsessed with perfection. What I am saying is a disaster for him. He and Sarah complement each other. “She is toying with you, Riaz,” Father tells him and he actually exhales loudly. “Just breathe, Riaz. I will not disappoint you,” I say and do a perfect curtsy.

I growled as I dropped the book back on the table, making sure I dropped it the way she left it. I went through her wardrobe and sniffed on her clothes. I have dreamt of this severally, sniffing her body and claiming her as mine. I couldn't help but lean more into the closet and my eyes came in contact with her panties. I swallowed hard as my curiosity piqued, wondering how she smells down there. I clenched fist as I tried to hold back the urges that shot through my veins. ‘Get your act together,dude.’ I growled internally. I know you might call me crazy, weird. That's me,I can't control myself when I start obsessing. I have never felt this way towards any human,she is the first and forever

He suddenly smiled. He stared at her for a long time, seeing her murderous glare, feeling it burn him whole. He wasn't a man who really cared about his lower half. After that one rebellious month, he has never touched a woman again but Sara had always been an exception. Even his own conscious, a tiny, nonexistent part of it was ridiculing him. Shouting at him that he has turned from a creep to a pervert but he has always ignored those tiny shouting. But in front of O'Brian, he refuses to hide anything anymore. Even his shameful, perverted or obsessive personality. He could finally do everything he never could, he could kiss her, hold her and finally own her- with her knowing that is. He refu

For a few minutes, Ansel focused his attention on the designs in front of his eyes in order to get rid of strange delusions that entered his mind. As long as his entire life, Ansel had never let his mind embrace a wild fantasy of any women. But, the young woman who was sitting in the opposite side of his seemed to have a magical power to tear down his soul fortress. “I need some changes on some parts,” Ansel said. Chin Hwa and Qeiza simultaneously took a deep breath. They seemed struggling to hide their disappointments. “All right, Mr. Malik,” said Chin Hwa. “Just let us know what you want, we will fix them all.”

'''' ''''Why? ''''You wanted to hurt him and hurt him that much that he would hate you???? Didn't you????''' ''''Yeah!!!! In a way...'''' '''But why did you do that???? Our plan was working perfectly....''''' ''''I wanted to finish it as soon as possible... He still was roaming around and I didn't want that...'''' ''''So, it means we are done now???? I don't have to pretend to be your fiancee????''''