Romance Manga With Cold Male Lead นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I muttered under my breath, my voice filled with disbelief. The man—Lucas Hawke—stood, his piercing gaze locking onto mine. His expression was unreadable, but there was a tension in the air that made my skin prickle. I stared at him, my mind racing. This was the man I’d hurled a stone at just hours ago. The man who had tossed a card at my face like I was nothing. And now…now I was supposed to marry him? “Well?” He said, his voice low and commanding. “Shall we discuss the terms of our arrangement?”

Reader Note: This is an obsessive romance with power imbalance and emotional intensity. If you enjoy dangerous attractions, control dynamics, and slow-burning tension, you’re in the right place. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Owned by the Cold CEO: His Fragile Acquisition ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Dominic settles into his leather chair, framing himself between her open thighs. He doesn't touch her with his hands first. Instead, he picks up his heavy, silver fountain pen. He presses the nib against her inner thigh. The cold metal makes her flinch, but he doesn't stop. He begins to write. He traces black, permanent ink across her skin, the tip scratching slightly as he signs his name onto her flesh.

Mei nodded slowly, like she was already expecting that answer. “Good,” she said softly. “Because I want something now.” Her brother looked curious slightly. “What is it this that you want?” Mei leaned forward a little, her eyes sharpening with intent. “There is this man..." beaming from ear to ear, “and I want him. I want him so bad.” Her brother blinked once. “A man?” he repeated. “Who exactly are we talking about?” Mei’s lips curved faintly in amusement. “He is not like the others trust me and he's also going to be of great help to our company,” she said. “He is cold. Too cold but also sweet. Like he doesn’t even see people when they stand in front of him. And that is exactly why I want hi

Branches from overgrown bushes clawed at my arms as I darted through winding alleyways. My lungs burned. My legs trembled. But I couldn't stop. They were behind me. I could hear them. I turned a corner blindly, rain blurring my vision. And crashed into something solid. The world tilted as I collided with a broad chest. Strong arms caught me before I could fall. I looked up, gasping for breath, and froze. A man. Tall, powerful, dressed in black despite the rain. Dark eyes that seemed to pierce right through me, sharp, unreadable, intense.

Caspian gripped her thigh with one hand, spreading her wider, his fingers digging into her soft flesh just hard enough to leave faint marks. The broad, cool crown of his cock pressed against her entrance, nudging insistently at her slick, swollen folds. She was drenched, her arousal coating him immediately, the heat of her pussy a stark contrast to his icy touch. Ria gasped sharply, the sensation electric—his coldness seeping into her sensitive lips, making her clit throb and her inner walls flutter in anticipation of being stretched.

"What do I need to do, sir?" His expression grew even darker. "Are you in for this bet?" "I'll leave it to your discretion," I answered. That response seemed to infuriate him. I could see his grip on his wine glass tighten, his knuckles turning white. "Fine, let's bet." The cards were dealt, and the game was on. I did not get the rules of the game, but the vibe? That I could read like an open book. Everyone was as still as statues, barely breathing.

I pulled him toward me and crashed my mouth against his. It wasn't a soft kiss. It wasn't a movie kiss. It was messy, desperate, and full of all the anger and confusion we had been carrying since the day we became roommates. It tasted like salt and heat. It felt like a fight. Jax made a low sound in his throat: half a groan, half a growl and slammed me back against the tiled wall. The cold tile hit my back, but I didn't care because his body was warm, pressing against me, pinning me there. His hands moved from my arms to my waist, gripping me so hard I knew there would be marks tomorrow.

He oozed a cold aura, making me feel like I was standing in the middle of Siberia, facing the arctic winds. So, he was the future villainous emperor, Dante Scheledrus Wyrm, the second prince of Sephyr Empire. It seemed like he hadn't killed his father yet and ascended to the throne. How did I know? In the web novels, the powerful characters would always have a cold aura and penetrating dark eyes. Especially, the male leads would always be extremely handsome and the masochistic female leads would always tremble before them while being supposedly 'pampered' and tossed around on the bed by them.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode eight 🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 Alexa’s POV 💕 .. .. I snuggled to my blanket as the rain hit the shutters, making strange noises. I don’t know why,but I feel strange……, suddenly I began to shiver as cold coursed through my body. I sat up on the bed and looked through the window,a Lady stood far away, looking into my chamber as I gasped but I wasn’t scared.

Frozen to the spot by his voice she let out a little gasp as her knickers were rent from her body with one grasp leaving her stood completely naked in the suite. "Now let me look at you," he said coldly. Athena felt heat rushing to her cheeks, because she was overwhelmed by the thrill racing to her core. She wondered if Felix would be able to tell she was already wet at her centre just from those few harsh words. He looked her up and down slowly. "Take off my clothes. Now."