The Strongest Characters Are Obsessed With Me Novel Novels & Stories

Those women are absolutely submissive to the supreme Gilbert, always knowing how to humiliate me to please him, their mafia kingpin. They make me kneel on the ground and bark like a dog, lick spilled milk off the floor, dance humiliatingly with my pregnant belly... Only because everyone knows my weakness is the child in my womb. “Julian, you know what? I have a thousand ways to make the bastard in your womb die silently.” “I advise you to be obedient, maybe if I’m in a good mood, I’ll take a look at the child after it’s born.” Gilbert’s tone was cold and ruthless.

Three men who once ruled the world I live in now rule me. They want my tears, my screams, my submission. They want to ruin me in every way possible. Their hands punish. Their lips taunt. Their bodies ruin. But the worst part? A part of me likes it. This isn’t a love story. It’s a game of power, pain, and obsession. And I’m about to lose everything. Even my heart. And when one of them decides that’s what he exactly wants, maybe he’ll get it too. After all, the Lords always get what they want. And this time… they want me.

"I thought that the protagonist was Viessa." "She was the main character." Harvey raises his finger. "Along with three others. You have also met the hidden main character. Surprisingly, you gave a happy ending to all the characters." I knit my brows. Actually, I am not sure if I gave happy endings to all the main characters. The journey to the end wasn't smooth. If I had a clumsy cheat, I also had sheer bad luck. However, the biggest obstacle was nothing other than the main characters themselves. Dante had a tongue that made me want to kill him all the time. Viessa was so stupid that I wanted to drown her. Aloisia was so evil that I wanted to bury her along with her undead friends. Lastly, K

Which one will get me away from this place? The stronger bond will overpower the weaker one. Something stretches inside me, like a tether, pulling me in two opposite directions. The bond war. Tbc.

I snapped, walking into my living room and ignoring him. He followed me. “There was a notorious criminal gang at that bar, Bianca,” he said, his thick Italian accent making every syllable of my name feel like a slow burn. Suddenly, I felt the weirdest pull. Italian accents? Really? What the hell is wrong with me? I needed to get laid, ASAP. I gave him a pointed look. “And here I am, safe and sound. Wait… have you been spying on me?” My anger flared up, my heart pounding in my chest.

"You treacherous wench! You'd better stay right there, Serenity! You're truly heartless and ungrateful! I was clearly blind when I chose to marry you!" I never turned around, proceeding directly through the detention center's main exit. I was met with brilliant sunlight once I stepped outside. I raised my hand to block the light, as if separating all those dark, miserable memories and the man himself behind me. … I purchased a large pile of used books and periodicals, which included high school textbooks, study guides for physics, chemistry, and mathematics, as well as several university textbooks that were falling apart from being read so often. I'd change my destiny through knowledge.

I stormed out, ready to confront anyone who stood between us, determined to overcome the reminders I’ve held onto, hoping to break free from my obsession with her. I’m weak. So fucking weak. I can’t fight it any longer. I’m not strong enough. Now I know that. I refuse to let her wander the world without me, to leave her to the so-called men eager to taste what I’ve tasted and touch what I’ve touched. No one can have her. No one can touch her.

He didn't know what she had been doing to him these days but he could see that he was loosing control. That was the last thing he wanted. He was supposed to be in control while she begged and pleaded with him. He had been the one to propose this offer in the first place, so everything about it should be his call. He was still consumed in his thoughts when he felt cold air rush against his skin. He looked down to see that his shirt was no longer on him and his pants were now at his ankle and Leila was working on drawing down his boxers. He heaved a huge sigh. He was getting addicted to her. He needed to fight this addiction before it took over his power over her and make him lost to her. Perh

, he groans. “I like strong men.”, I crook the sword grazing my neck as I speak. I hiss at the cut, and his sword relaxes against me. “Max is my weakness because he took care of me, is the strongest man I met in my life. However, everyone has a replacement.”, I turn my head to him looking him in the eyes.

Guild: Organization of Emissaries bringing together fighters of various ranks. Character Setting:(warning, this part contains spoilers but seemed necessary) The book follows a narrative framework that moves away from repetitive clichés. The protagonist is certainly weak but very, even too gifted. He has a strong charisma and does not let himself be walked on, even when the person in front is noble. - The philosophical quest for hierarchy, which really inspires power? The power in place of the system, of royalty, or the sheer force of those who turn reality as they please? - The characters undergo profound changes through shattered dreams, psychological distress, and awareness of the universe