The Playboy Of The Western World Summary Novels & Stories

Their order had arrived, and she was already trying to arrange it. "What?? Did I say that out loud?" She grinned this time, "I bet you did." "I bet I meant it." Comebacks were the best. After some seconds, she put her chin In the centre of her palm. "How do you always feel saying the same things over and over to a thousand different girls?!" He looked amused and was soon laughing. A deep sound that cut through her skin. "Playboys are not that bad. Forget the movies and books you read. They're just normal guys trying to make ends meet. It's called a hustle sweetheart." His smile was sly, and ended up In a smirk.

Perhaps not ever. I had a reputation as a playboy. Partying, womanizing, and spending huge sums of money. But that was expected. I was a billionaire after all, and a very handsome one. 6 ft., dark hair, dark eyes, and a muscled body got and maintained by hours in the gym. Rich and handsome, of course I was supposed to be a playboy. And it was a reputation I’d enjoyed. Girls fought each other for me, people in town did everything to get invited to the many parties I was fond of throwing. I was proudly a playboy and with no intention of slowing down.

So, I became a playboy even if I don't find any of the girls I dated to be 'the one', they still couldn't compare to Navier. As I continued being a playboy, I got what I desired and I was contented. I thought any time by now, she'll become my girlfriend. Even Arden wasn't a threat. Until Caspian Tassel De Leon showed up and stole my freakin' thunder! He just had to come out of the same car as Navier and look like a total hotshot, overprotective boyfriend and kept her admirers in check! He just really had to show up at this moment!

His three other friends sighed at him. Among them, the top notched playboy is Atty. Paolo; he has three or more girlfriends. He has different girls per day. He said, it is like a menu, he just needs to pick his choice to be his meal for the day. The second-in-line branded playboy of course is Atty. Garette; the one who prided himself on not having s*x twice with the same woman. His principle actually is “Never lose a case and never bed a woman twice.” Until today, Atty. Garette could still say so, that he never bedded a woman twice. In the coming days, however, Atty. Garette is not sure anymore and that man-made waterfall was his first witness.

he protested. "Then I should never be proud of you!" I snorted. He threw up a disappointed look. He shut his mouth and looked away from me. Later on, he broke the silence. "I'm a well-known playboy and nobody likes me, but you can still be proud of me in another way. I'm a good son to my parents. I had no failing grades even though I was a playboy and always spending my fucking days with several women before. I failed some people, but I didn't fail my parents. I brought happiness to them because I'm their son," he said, defending himself against me.

She gave him a nod. “Like I said. I like to date here and there. Take a woman out for a bite to eat . . . a drink . . . do a little dancing. And I remain a gentleman, just like my parents taught me. And I’m always honest with a lady. With that said, Joanna Yoder, you are the prettiest woman I have ever seen.” Joanna blushed. “Oh, Sonny,” she whispered.

she said, almost in disbelief, “who doesn’t know that playboy billionaire?” “Playboy?” I repeated softly. “Come on, Emily,” she said, rubbing her temples. “He’s been in gossip columns everywhere. That man has a different woman every week, from actresses, models, influencers from every corner of the world. He can’t possibly settle down with anyone, let alone you.” I swallowed hard, her words sinking into my chest.

I didn’t respond, but my silence seemed to amuse him. “Once upon a time,” Ferro began, his tone almost conversational, “there were two ambitious men. They had nothing, but they wanted everything. One of them was clever, ruthless, willing to do whatever it took to rise to the top. The other? He had just as much ambition but far less cunning.” He paused, his eyes narrowing slightly. “The clever one used the other as a stepping stone. He promised loyalty, friendship, and power, only to stab him in the back when it suited his goals. Do you know who those men were, Olivia?”

She muttered, lovestruck, which made me roll my eyes. “Finally, a normal one who doesn't crush on Beta Wyatt.” A lady who seemed to be in her nineteen said, which caught my attention. She sat next to Nancy and turned to me, “Who did you choose, Beta Wyatt and Playboy Asher?” “Beta Wyatt and Doctor Asher are the crushes of all girls in the pack?” I queried. But, I don't find it surprising, the two combined with Alpha Oswald are the most handsome men I've ever met. “Yes.” She replied proudly. “Although Asher is famous for being a Playboy who only does one-night-stand, I want him,” Eve whispered to us.

A man well sculptured by God and perfect in every angle. "It's a lie. S..such men don't exist." I find myself talking with my voice slightly hoarse. "What do you mean it's a lie?! Look at this.. Multi-billionaire Wesley Cooper with a seven hundred billion dollars conglomerate that consists of companies, enterprises, hotels and resorts, industries and corporations all around the world... One of Earth's most eligible and droolworthy bachelor.. American's number 1. Playboy.. Businessman in the day.. Devil in the night..