Novel & Cerita The Playboy Of The Western World Summary

That was a common characteristic in men. "Oh, no, you are misunderstanding me," said Walt with a look of slight grievance on his face. "I'm not such a person." He had been a complete playboy when he was young, treating girls like clothes he could just wear and throw away. It was after he had met Hazel that his heart was captured. There was no room for anyone else there now.

~Thomas~ A trifecta of perfection- Wealth, Sophistication and Charisma I sat in my opulent office, surrounded by the finest artwork and lavish furnishings, puffing on my cigar as I reminisced about my vast wealth. The smoke swirled around me, carrying the sweet scent of success. My eyes, piercing and calculating, gazed out the window, overlooking the city skyline. As the founder and CEO of Velox Aviation and Motors in short, VAM, I had built a business empire that dominated the luxury landscape.

Every person who had underestimated me. I smiled, a cold, dangerous smile. They won’t see me coming. And then my phone buzzed, an unknown number. “Tonight, the first move begins,” a text read. I looked up, heart racing. The city lights outside reflected in my window, painting streaks of red and gold. Adrian was right. This was war. And I was already in it. The thought made my pulse race, fear, excitement, and something else I didn’t dare name. I was no longer just Nora Vaughn, the obedient daughter. I was a player. And Adrian Cole… he was both my ally and my storm.

I stare at him like he’s grown a second head; smaller with a bluish green hue. “Am I supposed to answer that?” “You’re practically naked.” At this point, I question the authenticity of his playboy reputation. He clearly doesn’t know what a naked girl looks like. “And it’s your business because…” “Your sarcasm is charming but I’m in no mood to joke around right now.” I shouldn’t be surprised by his audacity at this point, but I can’t help but be. He has no right to be controlling yet he’s tossing words like he has some ownership of me.

That girl is really crazy… I got into my black range rover and drove out of the estate to the road, my drive was quiet and cool as my phone beeped, it was sage's message asking me to come to the whites club. That isn't in my record today, I don't just want to mix up with nobody today, if I wanna get girls I got lots of them ready to get into my bed for free in other just to have little thing to do with me, it's only that aurora girl that's playing hard to get with me. I got home, stripped off my clothes and went straight to the john to free some waste (poop) and took my bath. I wore a milk coloured short and a white singlet which barely covered my chest.

I couldn’t help but get annoyed when I saw her face. I always found him playful, the chick boy type. If it's just who the women are, it's going to change. Growing with those boys made me witnessed how they handle girls. They only look sober because of the respected surnames they carry. But the truth is, they are playboys with a bunch of girls in their arms. Not satisfied. Women are always playing as if they have no emotions. They are like bees, jumping from one flower to another. Heartless and insatiable. "Shit!" As I avoided the bicycling Rage, I fell on a rock, lost my balance, and fell on the road.

How could I like everything about him even when I knew pretty well he was a playboy? How could his presence make me happy, nervous and scared of what to expect? My heart skyrocketed with every of his touch. His calculated spanking is a turn-on, although I wouldn't like to experience such pain, again. His jokes and charts bring a strange smile I can't even explain on my face. He cared for me enough to agree to protect me and my baby but I needed more. That wasn't enough. I was being greedy knowing he won't be able to fall for me. He won't allow himself to be caught in my web, knowing better. He even made it clear to me that he can't love. He doesn't even know what that word meant although I c

“Crazy, I’ve known you for a long time. If you want to remain unrecognized, get surgery. You’re the number three in the list of the wealthiest bachelors in the world.” I saw amusement in his face. “Woah. You did some research huh?” “No. I just really know you.” I replied shortly before finishing the last piece of my steak. “Sooo, Elara, do you still hate playboys?” I paused at what he said. I smiled slightly and looked at him. “I did fall for a playboy, so it’s not just that I don’t like them, I’m angry. But then I find it very childish to generalize them all. So it depends.”

And more often than not, he did just that. Theodore, the notorious "Playboy Prince." Or, to use his full and rather grandiose title, Prince Theodore Kaid, the infamous, seductive, and impossibly handsome Prince of Khoshorbhan. The boss, and though he wasn't quite from hell, he certainly seemed to originate from a place just as dark and complicated.

“But everything changed the moment I saw him do something dangerous. Something darker than I ever thought a person was capable of. I wanted to believe he had a reason. But no matter what that reason was, he had no right to hurt anyone.” He fell silent for a moment, jaw working like the next words cost him something. “I’ve never told anyone this. Not even my mother. It’s been sitting in my chest like a stone for years.” He looked at me then, something breaking open behind his eyes. “But I’m glad I’m finally sharing it with you.” He paused, drawing another breath, before continuing. “I used to be a playboy,” he said. “I slept around, flirted with anyone who caught my eye — it never meant anyth