The Male Lead Won't Let Me Be Mga Nobela at Kwento

The male lead I picked out, James Linden, doesn't love me anymore. He's broken away from the and has fallen in love with the secondary female lead, Yvette West. On the day of our wedding, he insists on making things official with her. "You've gone mad, James! We arranged your marriage to Mia with the Churchill family ages ago!" James' father, Jack Linden, yells angrily at him. He attempts to stop James, but the latter has already gotten carried away and is poised to escape alongside Yvette. I sigh as I listen to the system clamoring in my ears, informing me that the romance between the male and female leads has been ruined. "Then, let's just choose another male lead," I say tiredly, l

Real, unguarded, raw fear. "If you go in there," he said, "and they rule against you, I can't get you out. I can't follow. I'm just a man, and I'm useless against a pack of werewolves in a building I can't enter." The admission cost him. She could see it in the way his throat moved when he swallowed, the way his hands stayed at his sides instead of reaching for her. "Then I won't lose." She said it like a fact. Engineering logic. Problem and solution.

"Honestly, the male lead is kind of disgusting. The female lead is devoted and endures everything in silence. What more does he want from her?" The comments kept talking about me, but in reality, they were just using me as a tool for their shipping fantasy. To them, only the female leads' pain ever mattered.

“He will.” My chest tightened. “Listen to me carefully,” I said, forcing confidence into my voice. “My mate will come looking for me. And he will tear this place apart.” The men looked at each other briefly. One of them laughed again. “Let him try.” My stomach dropped. “Please,” I said, my voice softer now. “If this is about money, or revenge, or whatever you think this is— you’re making a mistake.” The leader stood back up. “No mistake,” he said simply.

I sighed, rubbing my face furiously, "I don't think she would take what she saw lightly. She's had the biggest crush on me forever," I told Jonah. "You know what? We have to leave and never come back here," I said, quickly standing up. Jonah sighed and reluctantly got up. I dragged him out of the restaurant quickly. ** Victor watched, a sinister smile formed on his face as he sipped his drink. 'This plan might be my best one ever yet.' ‎**** Lila's POV

It felt a little strange coming out of his mouth to my ears perhaps cause I had never heard him say that to me. “Yeah right, just like every wolf male, they just wanna oppress us with their masculinity as Alexander did now,” my wolf uttered in my head. Sighing and looking away, I opened the car door and got out. If he really loves me then why won't he allow me to Mark him? He knows if I do he wouldn't be able to control me anymore. Fuck him. Walking to the mansion, my eyes collided with someone I never thought I'd see in real life cause this person was never real to me.

"We can’t do this. The world isn’t supposed to be like this!" "Listen to me. This world is a book. We’re all just characters. We’re not meant for happy endings!" "All those years, I was controlled by the plot. That’s why I treated you that way." He choked on his words, desperate to spill the truth. "But don’t you get it? Alexander is the male lead. He’s nice to you now because the real female lead hasn’t shown up yet!" "When his destined girl comes, he’ll be controlled just like I was. He’ll fall for her, no matter what!"

He fumbled the papers out of his pocket and shoved them at Marcus before bolted toward the service entrance. Sion didn't watch him go. He turned to the room, raising his glass. "To the future Mrs. Wagner. A woman who knows that some mistakes are worth paying for—and some people aren't worth the paper they're printed on." The applause was hesitant at first, then thunderous. They had won the battle, but as Sion led Lilia toward the balcony for air, she saw the look on his face. It wasn't triumph. It was something darker. "You're mad," she said as they reached the cool night air.

My eyes return to the tablet, the males closing the gap on the borders. He leads a few steps in front, as the others fall back in line. For rogues they certainly move like warriors following an alpha. “No Ame, I need to tell you in person. I need you to go to the bunker.” “I’m not going to the bunker, I can fight.” I protest back, zooming in on the lead male…my eyes failing to move away from him. Guilt washes over me as excitement courses through my veins, for a rogue he is certainly extremely handsome.

I took his little hand and played with it. When they leave here, I have no one else to talk too now, except Art I have no one else to tell the things those in my mind, because an Alpha male is all I want in their eyes, I am their crazy pack leader, so even my people are trying to move away from me. I know they respect me, they just can’t accept that an Alpha male is the one I want to be a partner with. What's wrong with me following my heartbeat? Did they think it was as easy as being a leader who was focused on their well -being but they weren’t able to support what we wanted?