A Man Like No Other Novels & Stories

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.

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."

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.

Sending the man back 300 feet at least hitting a few trees on his way. A man with short brown hair walked out, he had red brown eyes and it was a little unsettling to Jake to say the least.He looked like a demon to Jake but other then that Jake couldn't get a good look.Making it hard for him to assess the new man standing in front of him. Glory looked at Jake and whisper to him “He read minds, be careful what you think.” Jake just nodded and waited, when the man came into view he had a short black sleeve shirt that showed off his tattoos and muscles. There was a dragon spiraling down his arm, and the initial “HE” on his arm, Jake didn't doubt that there were other tattoos on his back by th

"Look at this man on the cover... God is partial. How can some people just be able to have a good-looking face, money, and a body at the same time? A man like that, I could sleep with him for one night, for free!" We both laughed at the same time. I looked at the cover and he was indeed very different .......... He was about 6ft 4 inches tall, with broad shoulders, I was sure there were smoking hot abs behind the clothes, dark raven hair, intimidating onyx eyes, and perfect skin. His face was so sharp you could never forget it in a hurry. He looked like a god carved from the heavens. And the man’s name on the cover: Lake But the word man, which disgusts me, my father gave me the initial impr

Then, I looked at Eliana and said, "Eliana, I don't know if there's some kind of misunderstanding between us, but Cal and I have a great relationship. Don't try to come between us." Eliana gritted her teeth and plastered on a fake smile before saying goodbye. Once she had left, I told Callum about what I had guessed. Callum slammed his hand down on the wooden couch. "Mr. Sullivan was such a nice person. Why would he have such a snake for a daughter? I thought she was just young, but she's fundamentally a bad person. "We'll follow your plan. Let's set up a trap for her tomorrow."

Seven days before my wedding, I discover that my stepsister Harper Brooks' wedding invitation lists the same groom as mine—Jeffrey Sullivan. At first, I assume the printing company has made a mistake. So, I take the invitations to my mom to ask what's going on. Before I can knock, I overhear her talking to Harper through the door. "Marry Jeffrey first. Once the baby's born and everything's settled, he'll go back to Barbara. She owes you her life. Letting you marry him first is the least she can do." Tears stream down Harper's cheeks. "But what about Barbara?" Mom sighs, then says matter-of-factly, "They've been together for 12 years. One piece of paper isn't going to change much. But