Novel & Cerita Romance Manga With Possessive Male Lead

“You were so sweet. And strong. I remember thinking, if I didn’t have a boyfriend, I’d totally steal you away.” Okay, bitch. That’s not on the script. See how you steal this. Something hot flares in my chest and I grab Dante’s face without thinking. My palm slides across his jaw, fingers digging in just a little as I pull him down—and kiss him. Hard. It’s not soft or romantic or sweet. It’s a claim. He’s fucking mine. Teeth and tongue and possessive rage, and I make damn sure she sees it. His hands land on my waist instantly, gripping as if he’s seconds from fucking me against the glass.

He had left. “Are you there?” “Yeah.” I prayed to the heavens that he was jealous or feeling some type of way from seeing how I was with Trent. Maybe that would make him realize that he was making a big mistake. Anthony was a possessive man. Even when we were still friends, he always acted too territorial in some ways that made me feel like a dumb schoolgirl crushing on a dumb boy.

We took the bus to her shared apartment, and the moment we were inside her room, I threw my bag onto the floor and sat down on the chair behind the study desk. Jess’ room was pleasantly neat and tidy, with stacks of textbooks, and of course, BL manga and light novels, sitting on the desk. On her single bed were a few soft toys. Naturally, they were of male characters who had strong gay undertones from famous anime such as Sebastian and Ceil from Black Butler, Yuu and Mika from Owari no Seraph, Eren and Levi from Attack on Titan, and Yuuri and Victor from Yuri on Ice. I knew the characters because I had to suffer countless hours watching the anime with her.

It was so hard for her to accept or to even think that so ruthless mafia can hold back his desires and didn't for once touch another woman. Without realising a small smile appeared on her lips feeling so happy and special. The man who resisted the temptation of so many women was crazily wanted to have her. Only her. Because like he said. For him. She's the only one. His love. His princess. His queen. Her smile widened even more while entering the bathroom happily. Meanwhile. "Damon are you sure. Because this plan is seriously too much dangerous." Ryan said while Ken and Maxwell nodded their heads in affirmation.

PAIGE Haruto points a gun at Marcus. Marcus points a gun at Julian. Julian points a gun at Haruto. Three men. Three weapons. Three faces twisted with hate. I stand in the middle, frozen. Can't move. Can't speak. Can't breathe. "She's mine." Haruto's voice is cold. Hard. Nothing like the man who kissed me on my doorstep. "She's always been mine. Six years I waited. Six years I loved her. You don't get to take her from me."

She was fit to be called a living Aphrodite, he was just glad Clara was not as flirtatious as the goddess herself, his possessive ego would never allow it. Then, if one thought of it, the two couple really did resemble Aphrodite and Ares. Clara, a beautiful, goddess like woman, attractive, gentle, and motherly like, and she did have a decently high sexual appeal, but not overwhelmingly so. Raphael on the other hand was slightly hot tempered and possessive, just like Ares, he was not the most agreeable person on his position, although he did attract quite the number of women, yet he was deeply in love with Clara, and he had the yearning to fully have her for his own. What would that make Core

She said, Both of them slowly broke the hug and glanced at each other before looking back at her. "I didn't know Mr. Igneel, the mafia king who is so cold and stern looking when around others but such a tamed puppy in his lover's arms. Mr Igneel if the mafia world will know about this. They will disown you." Yuri said mockingly and Igneel raised his brows at her.

I hurry after him as he starts walking again, pulling out my phone to type: Why did you tie a jacket around my waist? "I don't need other males seeing what's mine." I nearly trip over my own feet. I type quickly: What's yours? He doesn't slow down, doesn't even glance back. "Yes. What's mine. We're running. I don't want those human males or unmated wolves staring at what's mine." Heat floods my face—not embarrassment, but something warmer. He just claimed ownership over me. Over my body. And for once, it didn't come with cruelty or coldness. Just... possessiveness. Raw and unapologetic.

Alexi pulled back angrily, making her flinch. No. He could not give into his desires. The girl wasn’t even legal yet. “Wear something” he muttered, annoyed at himself for fantasizing about the dirty things he wanted to do to her body. He turned around and stormed his way to the connecting door. “Wait! You didn’t answer my question” Kayla’s remark stopped him but he didn’t turn around. “Don’t forget that I own this place and this room. I can do whatever the hell I want” He wanted to say ‘I own you’ too, but reigned his tongue in time.

In a world where Alphas rule and Omegas obey, survival means staying unseen. Hagakure Sorahiko has mastered that art—quiet, careful, invisible. Until Miyamura Aronohai notices him. A powerful Alpha. A billion-yen empire. A man who gets what he wants. What starts as a simple secretarial job spirals into a dangerous game of dominance and desire. Each secret Sorahiko uncovers pulls him deeper into Aronohai’s orbit—where control feels like seduction, and surrender feels like fate. Because when an Alpha like Aronohai decides you’re his… there’s only one question left to ask: Will Sorahiko run, or will he burn? This is an MM omegaverse romance with dark themes such as; physical and