The Most Sought After Man Novel Novels & Stories

"Hahaha...well, the point is about a man who is said to be the most desirable man, has a perfect life, yes everything. His goal is to conquer as many women as possible as a manifestation of his childhood trauma disorder." "Oh yeah? I didn't know that part existed?" "Of course you don't know, you've only read 15 chapters!" "So, what's next?" "The story is filled with several flashback scenes when the main character was a child, he was born to a poor couple who sold him at the age of five into the hands of a woman named Madam Lorenza, a brothel owner in hopes that when he was old enough he could be hired as a security guard or a hostess. But the truth is, growing up he had a far-fetched appear

I turn the door knob open and I take a peak. Just a peak, I tell myself but soon I'm seated on his bed and reading a novel that I got from the shelf of books just at a corner of his room. I can't help it, his room is so arranged, the opposite of what I expected. Everything about the is in black and white, giving it this gothic vibe, I expected it to be beige just like the other rooms. Chasing Red! I've gotten myself so hooked up in the love story of the book that I don't pay attention to my surroundings. I never thought Nathan in all his calm and intimidating self would be interested in novels, romance at that!

Now she wasn't so sure, was this what it meant to be a woman of low morals - to want the body of a man on top of her's, doing things to her that no one had done before, a man who dispised her. In her minds eye, she saw him. The way he had been at the party the focus in his gaze, the rhythm in his moves. He had obviously not needed to stay focused in order to be the center of attraction in the room, even a dummy could tell he was the most charming -- yet when he focused his attention on someone, he did it with a concentration she had never seen before. The ringing of an alarm jolted her from her reverie, it was coming from somewhere in her room. She looked at the clock by her bedside, it was

He thundered, grabbing me by my shoulders and shaking me violently. “Get away from me!” I yelled, trying to break free from his grip. “Just, hear me out okay?” He said, a bit calmly this time and I got some time to take a look at his face. He was absolutely beautiful. The most perfect man I’d ever seen. How could a woman do beautiful marry the perfect man, or so she thought. This perfect man is a hunter, hunting for other women to indulge in. I pitied his poor wife, Bianca. Who knows if the man is actually the reason for their childlessness? Who knows?

This one had a blurry image of him on top of the imbecile. Jayden Steele, A City's Mysterious Tycoon, Caught in a Heated Confrontation at Rutherford Towers Over an Alleged Woman! Find out on page 25! And so many more. I threw the magazines to the side. 'How did I overlook this? What were those men doing?' I stared at the magazines with a cool detachment. "Paparazzi being their usual selves," I leaned back on the leather seat. She disregarded my response, "Yet you bring someone home, and they spend the night?"

The man she found was unparalleled in the world. In particular, the experience between them was quite legendary. That man was a son-in-law who lived in the home of his wife’s parents. When this man was well-known, countless rich young ladies wanted to marry such a person as him. Unfortunately, there was only one Jason in the world. She knew that this man had secrets that she did not know, but if he did not say it, she would not ask. Madison smiled sweetly as she looked at the man's face, which had not changed even though he had pretended to be old.

His hand drifted higher, brushing the swell of my breast. Heat flared through my chest. “Remove your hand.” He smiled lazily, his pants bulging with the outline of his hard dick. “You’re new.” “I’m not interested.” The man chuckled, leaning closer, his body shifting with hungry intent. “You should be.” His gaze moved slowly over my body, like he was inspecting merchandise. Licking his lips as he eyed my hips. “I pay very well.” My stomach twisted. This again. Every night. Rich men believing money meant ownership.

The scene had felt forbidden, as though she had stumbled upon a hidden part of the world. Sherryl had never imagined she would witness something so openly brazen. But she wasn’t naive. Many sold themselves to the wealthy for survival. She remembered seeing a man who outshone all the males in her street. His chest bare except for a collar tied around his neck, arrogance radiating off him as two women hovered nearby. Their clothes alone spoke of privilege. wealthy, most likely—not the highborn kind, but wealthy enough. From a distance, Sherryl had met the man’s gaze. He smiled at her, inviting her to come closer, to look at what he offered.

After Pauline arrived at Emily’s house, she went to Emily’s room. Emily immediately locked the door to ensure no one would barge in while she was talking with her friend. Then they sat on a pink couch. “You know, it’s bad if you let him go. He is one of the youngest billionaires in our country,” Pauline said. “His name is on the list of ten of the most eligible bachelors too.” “I know!” Emily sighed. “But what if I must spend my whole life in misery?”

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.