A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

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."

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?"

He was still chewing someone out on the phone, his voice sharp and commanding. I leaned against the railing, pretending to admire the city lights. And waited. Because if I was going to throw myself into the lion’s den, I was damn sure gonna make it cinematic. I took the opportunity to give him a proper once-over. And holy. fucking. hell. How is it even legal for a man to be this gorgeous? Like, did he crawl out of a billionaire romance novel? Did God personally sculpt this man on a good day? His dark brown hair was slicked back to perfection—probably with the tears of lesser men.

“None like me.” She spoke to the one leaning against the wall. “Did he tell you about me? Did he brag about the human he bagged that night? How much I was willing to do for a creature finally built to satisfy me?” My god, what are you, part octopus or something? The man shifted his feet, stuck his hands in his pockets.

The doctor smiled And Xoyo jumped out of bed and left the clinic, she walked down the hallway when she saw a handsome man ahead ,standing while leaning on the wall as if he was waiting for someone . he got a messy hot -looking hair, nice physique, milk skinned and wearing a leather jacket and jeans. She sighed and tried to ignored him and kept walking when the man suddenly blocked the way and faced her , Xoyo frowned. “ Why are you blocking my way?” Xoyo raised a brow to a stranger.

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.

Why did it have to be him? I got in my car in the parking lot. DING! My phone alerted me to a F******k notification. "Keith Stone has sent you a friend request." Who the fuck, I thought to myself, the picture was grainy and I couldn't see who it was. All I could see was it was 2 men standing next to each other. Security was a predominantly male job so I was used to getting requests from random people from the casino, especially since changing my relationship status to single.

Why not with me? "Don't worry, I just wanted to show you something that would make you chuckle." I saw him take out a rectangular object that could give off light. I saw his fingers play well on the rectangle playing. "Here, look at how beautiful she is." He pointed a square object towards my eyes. I saw a human who had long hair and red lips and a large chest, different from mine and Alex's "Is he human?" "Yes, she's a woman. She's my girlfriend, named Reina."

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

He reminds me of Uncle Craig, charismatic and bold—deceptively so. My fourth captor is smaller than the others and less confident. He stands to the side, shoulders hunched like he’s trying to shrink in on himself, but that doesn’t make him appear any smaller. His expression is bitter, a permanent scowl etched onto his face. Unlike the others, he isn’t looking at me, but at the fifth and final man in the room—almost as if searching for approval. Alexander Mancini is the man on whom I focus.