6 20 Man Novels & Stories

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

"I want to live it up while I still can." "My man!" Brandon said as he threw an arm around me. "All right, first thing's first, we gotta get you girls—lots of them." "I think I'll handle that on my own," I replied, hiding a slick smirk. "All right, all right," Brandon said as he took his arm away, "good man. You'll need that confidence to impress the ladies." He then turned to the other two. "Did I or did I not say the boy's gonna be six-foot-two, two-twenty-five and ripped? He's on his way to becoming a man! Yeah!"

IT'S IRRITATING!!!. A MAN HAVING SEX WITH A MAN?. The entire ten thousand seating capacity building was silent for about one hundred and twenty seconds as Jefsexy asked the boom question that made everyone stare at him. “ I don't want to be a hypocrite like others do, especially our old folks seated here and thousands watching me right now and I choose to be a gay.” Jefsexy said, finally raising his two fingers up displaying the figure two as he took a bow and stept out of the stage and the hall shook again with the loud clapping, shouting and trumpetting all celebrating the renown gay celebrity.

I hate when I have to kill the good-looking ones. The man is 6’2 with deep olive skin with not a blemish on it, and a mane of black hair that flops ever so slightly against his forehead. His full eyebrows dip low as to obscure the emerald green of his eyes, while his somewhat long and pointed nose acts as an arrow directing you to gander at his plump, full lips. These tempting pillows are framed by sexy stubble that dares to hide his chiselled, square jaw and dangerous cheekbones. Every definition of his face screams danger while taunting the ancient Gods with its perfect beauty.

He replied and I nodded. I didn't really care about the men until he got to the last one."This is our youngest man, he's only twenty, his name is Caden ." My father explained and I nodded.He was tall and really well built, he must have been sculpted to look like a fucking god.He had these peircing green eyes with hazel specks, a clean face and a mop of brown hair that sat on his head neat.

~Rhea Ten minutes later, the door to the private room opened again. The man Jade sent in was massive, exactly what I had asked for. He had to duck slightly to clear the doorway. Easily 6’5” or taller, with broad, powerful shoulders, thick arms corded with muscle, a wide chest, and dark skin that gleamed under the red neon lights. His head was shaved clean, jaw strong, and his presence filled the entire room. He looked like he could bench press a car or snap someone in half without breaking a sweat.

With his eyeglasses perched on his nose, he exudes an undeniable allure. Livia believes that the man is likely in his late thirties. The man expressed his annoyance by rolling his eyes. Livia couldn’t help but gulp as she noticed the man’s broad shoulders, a clear sign of his dedication to the gym. Standing at six feet tall, even in his suit, she could easily make out his well-defined six-pack abs on his abdomen. The man possesses an undeniable handsomeness that leaves her speechless, save for one observation. ‘He is handsome but also a mean one!’ She whispered to herself. Just as she was about to speak to the man, the elevator door swiftly closed, leaving George nowhere near reaching it. Th

An interception that had sent him flying towards the unsuspecting Number 5 and Number 6! Just like Number 2 and Number 4 had done only moments before, Mane raised both hands over his head and jumped up high. His run made his jump more extreme than usual, and like a powerful javelin Mane smashed into Number 6, his arm gantlets sinking into the poor beast’s shoulders. *Bang*

All of them pointing toward something I couldn't see the shape of clearly. I thought about calling Priya. Just to hear a voice that had nothing to do with contracts or trusts or hidden timelines. I didn't call. I wasn't sure yet how to explain any of it. Not without sounding like I'd lost my mind somewhere between the practice room and this parking garage. Instead I drove home in silence, the radio off, my thoughts loud enough on their own. Sixty days. Dana Marsh. A fifteen-thousand-dollar number that had started this whole thing and now felt like the smallest part of it.

Fiona shoved Ryker in, and I trailed after them. Six years had passed. So much had changed. The sea of roses at the villa entrance had long been torn out. Most of the furnishings inside had been replaced, and everything now belonged to Ryker. There wasn’t a single trace of me left in the entire house. "Fiona, if he never shows up, maybe don’t make things harder on yourself." "No!" Fiona cut him off immediately. "This is what Xavier owes you! Why should he get to hide in there for six years while you ended up crippled?! Xavier will spend the rest of his life making this up to you!"