Reforming The Obsessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

I just had to go through with it. Fear clawed at me even more when I thought about Elijah. He had just shot a man right in front of my face. The man was as good as dead, lying there because Elijah saw him as worthless. He would kill anyone, without hesitation, like animals or dogs. He did not spare anyone. My mind raced, and I could feel my pulse hammering in my ears. I was terrified. But then, as I listened to him speak, manipulating the contract, bending his father, and taking control of the mafia, I began to wonder. Was he really doing all of this for me? Did he really want me that much?

"Are you sure you are okay with it?" I nodded. Satisfied, he then bobbed his head. With a sigh, he said, "If you were this obedient from the start, we would have married a year ago. You also wouldn't have had to go to the Behavioral Correction Center for reform. Get some rest. I want you to be at your best at our wedding tomorrow." He left the room while I stayed seated at my bedside. Every inch of the pink wedding gown was studded in diamonds and pearls that shimmered brightly.

Lena asked, though her tone suggested she was already working through the possibilities. "Because he's obsessed," I replied, thinking about the photos, the note, the pattern of behavior we'd been observing for weeks. "He doesn't want to run from me anymore, he wants to confront me. He wants to possess me, reclaim me, make me choose him over whatever life I've been building." "That's insane," Lena said flatly. "Yes," I agreed. "But it's also predictable. Obsession makes people irrational, makes them take risks they normally wouldn't.

He was coming closer Neil "You can't resist me. We are made for each other." But I slapped him. I really liked him but after that the way he treated me and then the way he tried to come closer and all that mean stuff. I really got scared of him. I was so sure that he wasn't the one for me. He was my Obsession but that Obsession was my regret infact was going to be the greatest regret of my life. I slapped him when he tried to touch me again and this time I slapped him really hard. He was getting on my nerves and I had already beared so much.

“Because men like him don’t let go of what they think belongs to them. Seeing you with me? It’ll eat him alive.” I tried not to smile, but failed. “You sound very sure of yourself.” “I am.” He leaned forward again, voice softer now, dangerous in a different way. “Tell me, River, do you believe it? That this is just a plan?” My heart stuttered. “It is a plan.” His lips twitched. “Good answer, You almost sound convinced.” Before I could respond, his phone buzzed on the table. One glance at the screen and his expression changed, his easy charm shuttered behind something darker.

But if Alli thought she could tame the same darkness that had once devoured Layla whole, if she thought she could rewrite Johnny's nature, she had another thing coming. Fine. Let Johnny play the reformed sinner for the bartender with the big eyes. Layla knew the truth. She knew the storms he carried, the violence that came when he !nally broke, the way he'd love you like a weapon and leave you hungry for the wound. She knew the man be-neath the surface, the one he tried so hard to hide.

Jasmine went to alot of strip clubs with her boyfriend when she was at home, but this was very different, this strip club was very big and filled with men with the same dark aura like Marco, there were alot of bodyguards with guns, alot of people sniffing coke. "Follow me, we're going to meet my friend do everything he tells you to do, you belong to him now,and if you disappoint me I'll lock you up for days. I'm that wicked ", every word he said scared the shit out of her. They got to the chamber were the man was sitting, there was three other girls dancing on him , he just sat down there smoking a big wrap of cigarette. The man before her was just so damn good looking - no, good looking was

Lilliana says. “My father’s ideals are outdated. He is a dictator with sole control over everything. Don’t you also want a say? Don’t you also want power? Why should one man have everything? You can all become rich. You can all share in the power. Just give us your support a little while longer” she says and the men cheer. Amber sits seductively on the table, exposing her cleavage to the room. I cannot believe these men are buying the nonsense she is spewing. If there is one thing I have seen over the years, it is that there can only be one Boss. The man sitting below me at the head of the table, still has his arms on the rests. He is looking out over the room. The men are all deep in conver

Transforming her into a version he desired. Submissive. Obedient. Dutiful. But he felt like he was missing something. He got what he wanted yet still there was this missing piece of the puzzle. He wasn't able to identify that missing piece. That one more thing he wanted in her. He went through every length his father couldn't go. He made her like anything but his mother. He stole her charisma, her personality so the thoughts, and the daring personality she had similar to his mother could evaporate from her.

"I am trying to but I can't. Every time someone else gets close to me. It reminds me of you. I can't be happy with anyone else except you." "There is no us Chloe. You have to understand that. We are far away from each other and the difference is not just in these years. I have changed completely. I am not a loyal man anymore. Even if I agree to whatever you are saying I would be cheating on my wife and That won't be any guilt for me. Because you know what I have become now??? I am just using girls like tissue paper. I have become a playboy. I am not the man you knew."