A Man Like No Other Novels & Stories

“I don’t any need more.” This is definitely the strangest experience of my life. No one’s going to believe me, of course. I wish I could take a picture with my phone. He looks terrifyingly sexy in his charcoal black suit, his off-white shirt open with no tie, and a pair of blood-red loafers that definitely cost more than my monthly rent. He clearly has a gym-body under there too. This is a man who has a legion of others willing to obey his orders but is obviously capable of doing his own dirt if need be.

The man standing before him was one of the people Antoino found it difficult working with,not that he wasn't approachable ,Adan was one of the men that like seeing things going there own way , irrespective of other people’s opinions, especially those he considered young to the game. At the age of forty two Adan was one of the wealthiest people in the world , not that he looked the part of a billionaire -if they was ever a look like that. Adan was dressed in a black knee length jean, white T-shirt and a pair of flip flops.He looked like he was going to spend the day at the beach rather than an office.

Fear crawls through me, and I shudder in the chilly air. “Please,” the man on his knees sobs, running his hands over his jaw. He forces a shaky smile, revealing his gums. “Let’s talk about this. We can figure it out, right?” The large man doesn’t move. He lifts his chin, revealing his strong jawline. Even in the dim light, he looks strikingly handsome. With a swift motion, he reaches deep into his suit pocket. Around his wrist are glossy prayer beads. “No,” he says in a deep voice. “We can’t.”

He is like a book with a lock that has no key. The man looked much older than Ivan and Dante, his hair in a long ponytail which applied this look as a mafia man even more. He had a slight stubble on his jaw, a frown etched on his face like it permanently belonged there, I guess Mafia men don't know about the word smiling then and no Ivan's little stunts don't count. He was dressed in a black suit just like the rest of them, one thing I can never understand. These men don't get the concept of freedom in your own house, it's scary.

He could see her listening, her arms folded defensively across her chest, but she wasn't stopping him. "My favorite thing in the world," he continued, his voice softening, "is the quiet hour after I get home from work, when I put on a record, not to be cool, but because the crackle feels real, and I just… exist. No pretense. My deepest, most shameful fear isn’t heights or spiders. It’s that I am profoundly, terminally ordinary. And I thought that if I could just be someone else, someone exciting, someone worthy of a woman like you, for a little while, maybe I could escape that."

That was why she didn't answer when you guys kept probing. "The male lead in my novel is sitting right next to me right now. He has given me the greatest support and has been my inspiration in writing." I turned around to look at Ryder, my eyes filled with affection. "Isn't he Ryder, the CEO of the leading company in the mining industry?" "Oh God! He's too charming! He looks exactly like what she described in the book!" "The male lead is real! Everyone, look!" "Olivia is such a liar!" "Girls, check out the trending topic—Olivia copied her best friend's work!"

I needed liquid courage. I took a sip and turned around, scanning the crowd. And that’s when I saw him. Across the room, standing alone near a marble pillar, was the man from the photo. Noah West. He was wearing a black tuxedo with a black shirt—no tie. He held a tumbler of whiskey loosely in one hand. He wasn't wearing a mask. He didn't need to. His face was the mask—stoic, bored, and devastatingly intense.

His Own Undoing - His Nightmare Rory John Gates The man that has it all, beautiful beyond words, sexy as hell endowed with the body that can set every girls heart on fire and isn't afraid to flaunt it. He is a businessman and successful entrepreneur. Arrogant, bossy, ruthless, cold-hearted, controlling and has no respect for anyone on the surface of the earth. He gets any girl he wants with just a snap of his finger and they'll do whatever it takes to please and make him happy, he doesn't need to have much stress getting different girls in bed because common he is the only son of THE RICHEST MAN IN THE WORLD and has all the attention anyone can get and he makes use of it.

Stella looked where the man directed. In the living room, against a backdrop of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a man clad in white casual attire, engaged in a phone conversation. His back was to them, concealing his face, but his tall frame and well-defined physique were unmistakable. Even his silhouette radiated an allure akin to a masterpiece. As she studied him intently, the man turned around, his intense gaze landing on her. Recognizing his striking features, Stella felt a rush of panic. This was Lucas White, a prominent figure frequently appearing on television and the internet, the youngest leader of White Corporation. Known for his charismatic but ruthless character, Lucas

"The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" "The person who made me this way is Demir Inanoglu!" It was an accident… He knew so, but what he had just learned had changed everything. If his father had not been like this, everything would have been very different. What about that deal? That deal was even heavier! That deal was his father and that family… He had consoled himself by saying that nothing could be worse than this, but his current situation was looking for his old self!