Reforming The Obsessive Male Lead Novelas e Histórias

"It is amazing, is it not? That, right there, is a corporate a*s. That is the kind of a*s that is built for a man like you. That butt is meant to be in tiny skirts. All good men have a butt like that stashed away somewhere." My vision was arrested. It was an amazing a*s, I could not deny that. And judging by her posture and the way I had seen the firm cheeks bounce and jiggle, she knew exactly how to use it to her advantage. She knew how to make a man crawl behind her, looking for a glimpse. I am positive she had used it to her advantage in the neighborhood, distracting some hard working man as he tried to do his job as a good husband, making it a point to strut by his house, stealing his at

His hair was matted and dry, and a sour smell drifted from it. I felt my breath hitching as soon as I looked at the man's eyes. They were dull and lifeless, yet unmistakably tinged with a familiar, obsessive intensity. It turned out that the man was none other than Zachary. I remained motionless, my mind emptied of all thought. That face—which had represented longing, then loathing—was now just a picture of utter decline. His eyes were deeply hollowed, his cheekbones were prominent, and his skin barely clung to the structure beneath.

“Even if I’m in Germany, Princess, you will always be mine.” This time, it was my turn to chuckle. And each time I remembered his words, I couldn’t help but laugh. “What are you? An obsessive psychopath?” I asked as every trace of laughter disappeared from my lips like it was never there at first. “You think this is a book or a movie where the Male lead is so obsessed with the Female lead that he kills any fucker who lays their hands on his woman?” “Trust me, I can do exactly that, if that’s what turns you on.”

“Come on, Foreman, I know you were holding back. Don’t jerk me around.” “OK, OK. Sorry.” Dallas sighed. “It’s just – this fucker’s not at all what I expected from a pathetic coward who beats on and rapes women. He’s smarter than I thought he’d be, more organized and determined. Patient and relentless, way less impulsive than I anticipated. That kind of single-minded commitment to tracking down a woman, combined with his training and ability, is scarily rare. The truth is, man, I don’t think he’ll ever stop… however it all started, finding her and killing her is probably his goddamn life’s mission at this point. An obsession.”

Cleaning her twice last night clearly gave him sufficient experience to know how much pressure he needed to scrub her waist and back. Her body was stiff and sore from lying in the bed for a whole day. He was overly energetic, and she could hardly keep up with his demands. She inhaled sharply in pain even though his rubbing was light. “Don’t contact him anymore,” he carefully said, “I’ll change the male lead in that movie.” She turned to stare at him in disbelief. His face was calm when he met her gaze. “Change the male lead? Why?” “I don’t like the way he looks at you.”

All he wants now is to focus on his self and correct the wrongs he made. He thought things will go smoothly as he planned as he let the only witness of his crime gone on vacation. This is what a criminal feels? It's too much to endure. All the jealousy and anxiety he felt in the past have already gone, he wants to start new where he can freely express himself without worries. This OCD ( Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder) thing messed up everything. Now things being worst for him and Jamie. Will things solve between him and Jamie? Will she forgive him for his attempt of killing her? What will he do?

I’ve been watching his moves for years, waiting for an opening. Men like him don’t fall in love, they fall into obsession, and I’m very good at making men obsessed. One step at a time. I’ve already laid the groundwork. Arnold is getting boring, predictable, and weak. Once I find out who this “Mrs. D’Amato” really is, I’ll use it. If she's hiding something, I’ll find it. And when I do, she’ll fall just like Jasmine did. I glanced at my reflection in the rearview mirror, ran a hand through my curls, and smiled. Let the game begin.

I said, rolling my eyes. “I’m serious!” she insisted, leaning closer. “He’s been begging me to talk to you. Says he’s sorry for what happened and wants another chance.” My stomach twisted. “And what do you think about that?” She shrugged. “I think he’s desperate. But who knows? People change.” I snorted. “Not Jonathan. He’s the same as he’s always been. Self-centered and manipulative.” Gina tilted her head. “You really think so?” “I don’t think so, Gina. I know so,” I said firmly.

I hollered at her. "Well, it's a good thing you knew. I guess it wouldn't be a surprise for you right now. It's such a pity." She shook her head like the maniac she was. "Don't get me wrong sweetheart, I actually have my attacks but it's not just as serious as I claim for it to be to Justin." She shrugged. "You're bitch, you malevolent woman." I hollered. It felt so right to say it to her, especially when I knew that her feigning, pretence and obsessive nature were actually genuine and not something that was my imagination or thought.

Markson called out, his voice getting louder. As Bryan stormed off, the girl looked back at Mr. Markson with curiosity. Something was off about Bryan, and she knew it. But Bryan refused to talk about it, not even with her. Mr. Markson was determined to get to the bottom of his son's sudden change of attitude. He remembered when Bryan used to be obedient and intelligent, but something had changed. He would find out what it was, no matter what. As Mr. Markson arrived at Daniel's mansion, he was stopped by the security who didn't recognize him. Despite explaining that he was Laura's father, the guards refused to let him in.