6 20 Man Novels & Stories

June asked, her voice dripping with false politeness. He grinned. "Wouldn't you like to know." The man to my right, Craig, moved over a seat, leaving two spares next to each other for Grey and I. All three of his friends were toned. Really toned. Even June had a masculine edge to her shoulders, and as much as she flashed with that dress of hers, it did nothing for me. I didn't know about the other three men, but a nice rack wasn't enough to offset her washboard abbs and thick, bull like neck.

After our engagement, the six of us friends agreed to take one last trip together before the wedding. That night, my friend Anders Greer suggested we play a "24-Hour Couple Swap." Anyone who drew matching symbols had to act like a couple for the next twenty-four hours. Whoever drew a blank card could only take pictures and carry everyone's bags. In the first round, I drew a blank. My fiancee, Brielle Rice, and Anders both drew moons. They held hands while watching the sunrise, while I followed behind carrying three people's bags. In the second round, I drew another blank. They both drew roses. Their penalty was to hug for one minute. Everyone crowded around, cheering them on, while I sto

And in the center of it all, six people are running the course. They're human. I can tell by their scent. But they move wrong. Too fast. Too strong. Too precise. One man scales a twenty-foot wall in seconds without rope or harness. A woman leaps across a gap that should be impossible for a normal human to clear. Another man lifts a weight that has to be at least three hundred pounds like it's nothing.

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

My eyes turning red. " Look, you don't have to be this way in your entire life time. You are a very beautiful lady. Like I do sometimes envy your beauty June. You are too young to be isolated. Not all men are the same. Take a look at your mum and dad. Your dad loves your mum very much. One has to think that they married newly. June, your dad is a man but he never disappointed your mum, cutie. Our manager married for six years now,and you could see how they roll on each other. Can you just try to liberate yourself a little. Ok,can you just hear yourself right now. Someone came knocking on your door,all you could do was to block him off . Huh?"

he corrected. I raised an eyebrow."Oh? And you are? I thought you're an only child."That may be true, but with my physique, most boys would think twice about even coming towards you," he argued. I stood and looked at him over then. He's right in that his physique is intimidating. By the looks of things, he's about 6'2.

"What? Can't make a choice? Let's see… It's six right now. Let's choose number six, shall we?" Then, the golden-robed man immediately waved his hand.

"Hello, June..." June shouted loudly at the man in front of her. The man was too handsome for a ghost. He was tall, with almost pale white skin, long black hair that came down to his waist. And what made June feel almost crazy was when she saw the man's pointed ears and too long for ordinary human ears. His eyes were as pale as glass, and his face seemed too perfect. June had never seen such a beautiful man, but also dashing at the same time. "Wh-who?" June had almost forgotten how to speak.

He stated as if it was obvious, which it fucking was. "That’s my mate, kid." "Dad said people can have two mates." I froze, staring down at him, did he fucking just say that? My eyes flashed green, and he simply looked at me like I was a cockroach on the damn wall. "Yeah… rarely, and I assure you, a twenty-two-year-old woman is not going to be mated to a six-year-old pup." He smirked, "There’s sixteen years difference between Mama and Dad... Twenty-two take away six is?"

My husband, Graham Hale, was known in our circle for being almost impossible to rattle. In three years of marriage, nothing ever seemed to get much of a reaction out of him. When his company went public, all he said was, "Got it." When his father was in critical condition, Graham spent the entire night outside the operating room without ever looking shaken. Even the day I miscarried, he held me while I was still bleeding and calmly wiped away my tears. "Don't cry. We can have another." I always thought he just wasn't wired for strong emotions. Then one day, I happened to check his smartwatch. Over the past two weeks, it had recorded six unusual spikes in his heart rate. Every single one happ