Reforming The Obsessive Male Lead Novels & Stories

Ethan’s hands twitched on his thighs but he didn’t stop her. She moved through them fast.delete, delete, delete. until the folder emptied. Then she opened his account. The newest post was still live. She handed him the phone. “Take it down. All of them.” He hesitated for maybe five seconds, then started removing posts. Each time the confirmation screen popped up he tapped yes without argument. When the last one vanished he set the phone on the comforter and looked up at her. “I got jealous,” he said. “Every time some guy stared too long I wanted to show them what they couldn’t have. Then it stopped being about them and started being about the numbers. I got greedy.”

And with each sympathetic voice, my hands felt less like instruments of creation and more like claws. So you do what you must. I start at the edges — small, surgical moves, the kind I convinced myself were necessary and therefore not immoral. Hire a whisper. Plant a doubt. Find a flicker of contradiction and blow it into a bonfire. The goal isn’t just revenge; it’s to reframe the story. Make them question her. Make them doubt Tristan. Make the world tilt back toward me.

Her silent orgasm—mouth open, no sound, just clenching. Rex's hips bucked in the chair. "She's so... tight looking. Bet she milks him dry." His strokes turned sloppy, fist twisting at the base, veins bulging in his forearm. Sweat dripped down his temple. He leaned closer to the screen, like he could smell her—musk and expensive perfume.

"In order for Sebastian to convince the public, to convince himself that he has changed into a man of morals and responsibility, he needs to take a break from the limelight, and take some time to reevaluate himself. He needs to spend time with a professional who will guide him through the process of making connections with influential business associates, Chief Executive Officers, and the heart of the public, all while teaching him to leave the lifestyle of a boy behind to walk into the lifestyle of a man." "Oh, I see exactly what you're getting at, sir. So you think he needs to go through some sort of...'self cleansing' process?" "Indeed. And I feel the perfect person to assist him in that.

Because for him, whatever he feels for her is love. Maybe an obsession. Then he can easily say that. He's obsessively in love with her. Wanna kill a person. What's the fun in digging a body when you can suck a soul. ________________________________________ Something not so romantic yet extremely psychotic is coming up. So beware and read the warnings again. I told you the male lead is one fucked up piece so don't blame me. Next will be updated soon. Do like and give feedback. I purple You.

Professor Watson remarked and sighed heavily. Cinna displayed a troubled expression. "Yes, the entertainment industry has changed, and it's difficult for me too." "Weren't you going to ask me how to deal with the online situation?" Zachary suddenly leaned in close to Joey and spoke to her in a hushed tone. His posture was both suggestive and affectionate. Samuel narrowed his eyes as he observed them, feeling a sense of unease. Leaning back in his chair, he began playing with his phone. Joey gritted her teeth and said, "Let go of my hand."

She doesn’t need to try for these male leads to fall head over heels in love with her. Cassie stared at the folder with a scowl, but her face beamed at the comments. She held her phone and deleted the data right in my face. “Poppy, save your idiot’s guide to yourself. It’s not for me. “Watch and learn. I’ll have Camden under my spell. He’ll be smitten with me, even if all I do is talk about SpongeBob SquarePants.” Not the least bit upset, I smiled brightly. “Good luck to you.

"Most ladies would line up once he shows his interest. You know I couldn't believe my eyes when I saw him. He isn't that same boy that always returned with torn clothes. He fucking changed!" "Of course he's gotta change. Sixteen years isn't six days." "I know that!" Wilson snapped. "I have no idea what's going on in that old man's head. Suddenly, involving Tristan in the business... I fucking hope he isn't planning to hand everything over to that bastard."

He's busy checking the papers on the table. "What are you doing here?" He asked as he approached them. "There's nothing wrong with the work here, she already edited what's to be done. Why then did you ask her to redo it again?" Jace asked. "What has that got to do with you?" Charles asked. "I'm the Boss here so you don't tell me how I treat my employees" "And I can't watch you treating her unfairly just because of your sexual desires" Jace looked at Hailey. "You should wrap this up and take your leave. Don't stress yourself too much" he said. "Take one move and consider your job gone," Charles said coldly.

“They are the Mafia for god’s sake. They are involved in so much illegal shit, that should be child’s play for them.” “So, you ever had a run in the guys who recruits these girls?” “Nope, I have not. I don’t come out at night.” I lie. He doesn’t need to know that. There are things that are better locked away. Far, far away. “So back to your story…” “Yes. Yes, that.” He resumes picking the flowers. “When Master Reign married his wife, he changed everything for her, even built that stupid church.” “Stupid,” I scrunch my eyes in the sunlight to look up at him. “Not a fan of religion, uh?”