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."

"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!

That is the spirit," the man replied. First of all, let's all go inside." Angelo observed the man who had a small stature. It was very obvious that if he attacked right away, he could beat him in a fight effortlessly however, he noticed there were earpods in the man's ears. It seems the man was receiving instructions from someone on the phone. The man was on call and someone was listening to whatever was going on here. It was risky trying to fight this man because whoever was listening to the man could be with the button that could end the life of the young woman in front of him.

Leah’s chest tightened at the thought, but she shook her head, her voice soft but full of pain, “He just wanted someone better.” “Someone better?” Melanie interjected, her voice a mix of disbelief and confusion. “Who the hell could be better than you? Who could be better than the first daughter and heir of the Grant family?”

That was the plan anyways. “If you'd excuse me, I would like to take my princess to dance with me. This conversation with you is boring”, I said. “I know you deal with many illegal businesses, and you're a head of a Mafia. But unlike the rest of the Mafia, you don't lay so low. The media knows you, but you have been able to paint yourself as a good person to a lot of people, and you have always been able to commit crimes without ever getting arrested. One day your time of reckoning will come, and not even your wealth would be able to save you”, Maximilian said, with a smile.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.