Think Like Man 3 Novels & Stories

Tried again. Turned the page. New list. Things I Am Not. Confused. Obsessed. Weak. Like them. His fingers tightened around the pen. His knuckles went white. I’m not like them. I’m not like Emrys. I’m not like Julien. I’m not like Elián. I’m not like Adrian. I’m not— He scratched them all out. Every line. Ink piled like black snow across the paper. He sat still for a moment. Breathing shallow.

I growled rubbing my hands over my face. ”I’m just not feeling it anymore, that's all" I swallowed, my mind racing. I didn’t know what to do in all honesty. I had never had this with any other woman and Blake, it usually worked well but Olivia was different and I didn’t know why. For me, our threesomes usually worked best for both me and Blake. I was there for the sex, Blake was there for the relationship. He was better at that shit than me, could understand women, talk to them and make them happy. I just fucked them and got my dick sucked. Olivia wasn’t like any of the other women we had shared though. For me just fucking her wasn’t enough. I did shit for Olivia I never did for any other wo

Third person POV He also watched them when they made out on the plane heightening his addiction and seeing the girl he can't stop thinking about fucking another man who wasn't even her husband made him uncomfortable but he is too professional for anyone to notice it, he pumped his dick faster and faster, groaning non-stop, precums started oozing out from the dick, tilting his head back he remembered how Emma sucked Jose's cock on the third day of their honeymoon, kneeling in front of Jose outside the house, near the swimming pool, she sucked Jose big cock so good to the extent that the male couldn't help but groaning non-stop from how good she was, one special thing about Jose dick was that

I’ll make them regret doing this, and one day, they will just wish that they hadn't have known and met me. I got my phone and dialled a number. “Send me their location immediately. I have already texted you their names.” As I said, I hung up the call. An evil smirk from into my lips, and I leave the place. Third Person POV “What do you think she will do now, bro?” A man asked his friends. A guy named Dom, also known as Mr Fuckboy, smirked and sipped on the glass of wine that he is holding. “Regret.” He answered, and they all smiled.

3rd person POV Max couldn’t believe it when he received the news. His mind raced, heart pounding in his chest. He was standing in the middle of his father’s study, the taste of Vivian still fresh on his lips, the weight of everything that had happened pressing on his shoulders. The events of the past few days had been nothing short of chaotic revelations, and the confrontation with Stanford Hayes that had left him both physically and emotionally drained. But now, as he stood in the dimly lit room, the world seemed to tilt on its axis. His mind struggled to keep up, struggling to understand the gravity of the phone call that had just shattered his reality.

How pitiful can he be? I corrected myself inwardly, "Wait a minute. I should be the pitiful one. I got dragged back here out of nowhere to be harvested for a kidney. I just wanted to farm in peace. I didn't ask to die with these two brothers!" With that thought, I angrily devoured two big lobsters. I still wanted more food after finishing those. I looked up and saw the whole family staring at me strangely. Oops! I ate too fast. They must have thought I was possessed by a starving ghost.

From the man who was scared of death to the one who didn't mind staying loyal to the one who didn’t fear death, a small smile crept on my lips. If they couldn't talk, at least I would break them, so hard, so deep, they would see death and would want to grab it like a trophy. I turned towards the second man, his eyes barely holding open. I glanced at them one more time before stepping out of the room but the third man, the one who wanted death so badly, his voice left a piercing sound as he trashed, cursed and shouted. This wasn't over, this was just the beginning. “To the mansion.”