A Man Like No Other Novels & Stories

Luke had been conventionally handsome— a good looking blonde with baby blue eyes— but even him could not hold a candle to the raw, rugged beauty of the frowning man beside her. His broken nose was the only imperfect thing about him and his sexy low voice was enough to turn any woman into a puddle of wax. His full lips were absolutely kissable and the man was the poster boy for a virile man. “I’m sorry but this painting is not supposed to be on exhibit. It must have been some mistake that I will rectify immediately.” “Why? I don’t find anything wrong with it,” he shrugged, rolling his shoulder blades in a way only a pornstar should know how to.

"Dylan Skinner, you're under investigation for intentional harm and illegal organ trafficking. You need to come with us." My mother's eyes widened in disbelief. "That's impossible! My son just had a kidney transplant. He was only discharged today. How could he hurt anyone, let alone traffic organs?" My father shook his head, looking at Dylan lying pale on the bed. "My son has been weak since he was a kid. He barely even socializes. How would he have the chance to do something like that? You've got the wrong person!" Janice's voice trembled as she spoke. "Then can you tell me where Curtis is right now?"

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.

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.

Vincent wanted me to spare him? Who did he think he was? I stared at the ridiculous question on the screen and sent him the address of a cafe. Half an hour later, I watched the man I had loved for five years appear before me. He looked like a stray dog, his appearance haggard and worn. There were heavy dark circles under his eyes, his stubble was unshaven, and his entire being radiated the dejection of someone who had reached the end of his rope.

We hadn't matched, but I ended up matching with Belinda's husband instead. A man approached from the other end of the corridor—it was her husband. This had been two months ago, just after his diagnosis. He still looked like a healthy man on the surface. When he saw me, he quickened his pace and stepped directly into my path. There was no audio, only visuals. In the footage, he stood in front of me, his head slightly lowered as his lips flapped urgently. His brows were tightly furrowed, his lips moving rapidly, his hands gesturing again and again. Then, he suddenly stepped forward.

The smile on the scarred man's face faltered, his expression turning grim. “I quit,” the man added. “You never told me it was Klaus Gambino’s wife! Even if you want to die, do you have to drag me with you?” “Quit being a pussy,” the scarred man said. “And so what? He's just a spoiled billionaire brat. He’s totally useless without his bodyguards.” The other two men nodded, curling their hands into fists. Only the quiet man remained. “No!” He yelled, tears stinging in his eyes. “You don’t understand. You have no idea of the kind of man he is. He isn’t normal. He’s a monster.”

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch