A Man Like No Other Novels & Stories

The Man said to Max then started to walk out of the room. This man was untouchable man of the Los Angeles name JAMES ANDERSON. A 30 year old young man who was the business tycoon and has a secret business which nobody knows. He has many rules in his life but one rule is unforgivable to him was betrayer. He can let go any other mistake but not betrayal. He is the person from which everyone afraid of. He was handsome like a Greek God, He has Dark Brown hair, eyes are hazel in color, Fair complexion of skin, tall in height, Six packs with muscle, aura of a intoxicating person, He was the man that every girl desire for but he is allergic to girl. He thinks that they are troublesome.

He chuckled at this one. "Seriously?? Someone out there was actually adjusted to such a crime. Turns out no one knows if it's really true that it was a crime to snap monks in the tabbiths," Dera said in amazement. The door cracked open and a very handsome man walked through the door and he even looked better in real life than he did in the printed out photo. His bangs were well made and was resting on his forehead and he wore clothed that literally said I'm not a killer, if I wanted to kill anyone, I would have killed the Grammy juries for not giving Nicki Onika Minaj a Motherf*cking grammy for going at it for years and not quitting.

I say as I chew on my nails, hoping that my voice doesn't give my nervousness away because I am freaking out about it all. "Yeah... Oh wait, don't tell me. He's the groom." "He's...the best man," I say while looking out of my window just out of curiosity and spotting him...looking at me from afar. Mr. No-Name is what I have come to think of him, was staring at me with a smirk on his face, as if he knew something I didn't. His features were protected by the shadows he was standing under, making it impossible to tell what he was thinking or feeling. He probably feels nothing about how he seems to stand like he owns the place. He probably doesn't own the place the prick. The way he stands and t

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o

- I don't have anyone, my life's so empty I was shocked, he was so lost, more than I can imagine. I can hear the bombs getting closer to our location, but from what we running? the world outside is like hell and people like us cant survive in it... It's useless, I can't stop thinking about max, also I can't forgive him for everything, I'm so lost, and it looks like I'm not the only one who left here, the both of us are dead inside - my name is Jakob - that's a strong name for a depressed kid - my father named me, he felt like I can be special in the future, I guess he's wrong

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

"And you, why did you really ditch the gym?" Max laughed. "I can't kill myself. Have you seen the intense exercise routines those gym instructors expect us to do? I can't even try those. Potbelly isn't such a bad thing. Do you know how many damsels fall for this beautiful physique of mine every single day? As long as I have enough pretty little ladies to have fun with, I'm all good." He said sipping his wine merrily. "Six packs ain't some food or money. Nobody really cares.”

Loss. She remembered the young man he had been laughing beneath the apple trees at her father’s estate in Kent, his coat undone, his hair catching the sun. He had spoken of dreams then, wild ones, of building something lasting in a world that offered him nothing. And she foolish, frightened Amelia had turned him away, fearing his ambition more than she feared loneliness. Now he had everything he’d ever wanted. And she was the fugitive. A shout broke the silence behind her. She froze. Voices. Torches flickered far down the road too many to be travelers.

He was bound to lose his mind. Sure enough, late that night, my phone screen lit up with a text message from an unknown number. The sender didn't beg for mercy or curse at me. He merely wrote, "Helena, you ruined my life. What do you think a man who has nothing to lose will do?"