A Man Like No Other 소설 & 이야기

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.

I froze. He looked exactly like me. My breath caught. Then— bang. The man who looked like me pulled out a gun and shot the guy on the ground. No hesitation. No mercy. I choked on a gasp. The others turned sharply. "Who was that?" I barely had time to react before the one who looked like me spoke. His voice was sharp. Dangerous. And terrifyingly familiar. "Find the person and kill him." My blood ran cold. I didn’t know what was happening. I didn’t know where I really was.

I made out with the second hottest bachelor at Standford Highschool. Our high school is like a shark tank. A shark tank full of minnows. I hate being a struggling minnow in that tank. I am Nemo. My gimpy fin will show any time it wishes. Like him, I always struggled to swim. At least Nemo is brave.

It is the look of a man of great tastes, who kills for sport and inflicts pain for fun. When he reaches the doorway, Noelle can see that his skin is surprisingly very pale, although he does not appear to be sickly. He has been blessed with muscular arms and shoulders, and is quite lanky and quite thin despite his height. Thus stature gives him the appearance of an exotic cat like a cheetah, a jaguar, a tiger or even a rare and special house cat. A slight limp is evident too, but Noelle only notices it because she pays extreme attention to every single detail about the approaching and menacing man. He must have been injured recently, she thought.

“Light in pitch black darkness. Slippery ground but continued to walk when it came blinding me close. When regaining my vision, everyone is sitting, looking down. Encircling a large sunken podium stage.” ‘Man with no face under the hood he takes shelter. Echoes in my ears ‘Revenge? Self-redemption? Power? Or renewal? They, we can give it to you. Come closer and you’ll gain everything.’’ Reading through her mind and her hands are trembling. Jessica is clearing her throat and repositioning herself at the chair. “A cult of nobodies praising this man walking around, holding out his wrinkly, boney hands. His mouth moves but no voice comes out unlike before. Echoing, bellowing loudly, and shiver s

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

A man wearing a white shirt showed up and looked down at her at the bedside. Lola Li blinked and thought how handsome the man was. All the dashing eyebrows deep black eyes, muscular build chest,aquiline nose and sexy thin lips,, the tall and slim made him more attractive.However, his cold and arrogant and aggressive temperament through out made Lola Li flinched unconsciously. This man seemed to be a little familiar? "Who are you?" "I'm your man." ". Do you suffer from delusional order?" Lola Li treated him with disdain and thought he didn't deserve the handsome appearance.

"Fair enough. We don't know much about you. Just the basics." "There's not much to know. You can call me Anaconda. Killing is a good hobby of mine, there's this stress-reliving quality it has to it that stupid people don't understand." The man's head narrowed slightly in thought, "Oh, and I'm not human." "Dammit, I knew it!" Adeladin hissed, banging his hand on the table. "That body of yours is not easy to find among humans."

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

Interlude. Four days later. “I found a human,” A man said with his head held high above his shoulders. He stood facing the window that looked into the far city, its light pollution preventing him from seeing the stars. “A very strange smelling one.” He was a large man, at least seven feet tall with a broad muscular frame. He was clean-shaven with russet brown hair that grew past his ears, brushing the top of his shoulders. All in all, he looked like a man who’d seen much in life, and who’d done much as well. There was a scar running down his cheek, from his eye to his jaw like a tear track. He wore only a pair of pants, standing barefoot on the plush carpet of the office.