A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.

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.

It was funny saying I didn't see such a huge and tall man standing. He looks like he commands the presence of the very room because people keep glancing in his direction. I'm sure it has to do with his tall height. The man has a luxurious white tux on with a full on white mask that covers his entire face. “It's fine Mi Amore.” The man's husky and intimidating voice, with thick Italian accent spikes the rate of my heart and I'm almost so sure this is the softest he can bring them to sound.

she smirks and walks away with her little minion like she just successfully broke a happy marriage. I cover my hand over my mouth laughing, is that piece of information supposed to make me heart broken? "You have to be careful with who you talk to" Nathan's voice startles me. "Stay with me and I would show you who you shouldn't talk to" He picks up a champagne glass. "Your family is quite... Different" I remark and he laughs. "I know, they're all leeches" he takes a sip of his drink. "That woman on red right there" he gestures at the woman with his eyes "-is a no go for you okay?"

A asked playfully. Wearing a Casio MRG-B2000SH, a William Westmancott Bespoke, driving a Pagani Zonda HP Barchetta that he just purchased from a London car company before they even arrived. Any woman would turn their heads to D.A. And she has met some of the women who would lay in the middle of the street just to get her attention. Women who thought they would get a taste of luxurious life with her. But D.A's motto was always "been there, done that." Before she even met Marionne, she would flirt with older women in exchange for financial support.

Frist of all, I don’t know if I should trust this man. My silence makes him frown, “If you are injured, you should have removed your camouflage to get proper treatment.” He seems to have little patience, “Which team are you in?” Sorry if I forget to mention, this man is beyond handsome. if this book is my own diary, I probably will spend 3 full pages on how handsome and fit this man is – not to mention he is uniformed. There is a sense of sharpness and boldness on him that triggers me. It is too much to say I am totally turned on, but you get what I mean.

the man says with a sad smile. Blossom? Where have I heard that name before? How do I know this man? Or how does he know me? He’s 5’7” with black hair that’s shaved at the sides and back, deep dark brown eyes, peachy-gold skin, a pointed nose, a sharp jawline, and rounded chin. He has a tattoo going down his left side and inside his left bicep. He’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants and he is covered in muscles.

Thayer had spent every night in bars, his body deteriorating day by day. To chase thrill after thrill, he manipulated every woman he met, never using protection. Each conquest ended the same way: he disappeared afterward, refusing to acknowledge any of them.