A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

“What??” “This man is a bomb, just look at him, isn’t he perfect…mafia and CEO or not but his face alone is enough to make me horny all day and night.” That girl was in a world of her own. Her shameless talk made other girl uncomfortable but even they couldn’t refuse the godliness of this man.

My half-brother, Jim Sullivan, pushed me down a snowy mountain, leaving me with a fractured spine. My mom, Doris Moore, and my wife, Julia Stone, rushed me to the hospital in a panic. Later, they learned that I might be permanently paralyzed. To put my mind at ease, Julia held up a ring and swore that she would take care of me for the rest of my life. Mom also cut ties with Jim, saying she would make him pay for what he had done. They told me Jim fell off a cliff while trying to escape, and they never found his body. I believed them. That was until three years into my marriage, a friend sent me a video. In the footage, Jim, who was supposed to be dead, was holding a child in his left

A man in a navy blue suit, brunette hair, he stands on the stage holding a crystal trophy and a mock up cheque in his hands, smiling shyly at the camera, or at this point, I’ll say, at us. I squint my eyes and look at the man. Ah, look who it is. Although the smile looks a little shy, his face looks knowledgeable and handsome, and his body just says nothing but HELL, THIS DUDE IS ON FIRE! It is a little narcissistic, but I admit that, he is so hot, he looks exactly like me! On the other hand, fortunately, my mole under the tail of my left eyebrow is covered by my hair in the photo. That mole is significant, it could get my exposed if Jamie sees it.

"He had a clean-shaven beard and a neat mustache. His voice is very sweet and can make a lady feel horny" "Wow! What is his name?" "His name is Alex Wayne. He owns an enterprise" "Interesting, you are very lucky then" "I met the wrong person" "How?" "The room I entered was occupied by a billionaire, not George Chulley" "Billionaire? Are you serious?"

"Okayy. Not a crime. Else there’s more to it than–" "It's a man." "A man?" "The kind you read about in books. Has the perfect smile. Clean-cut. Polished. Polite. Has daughters." "Holy shit," Kingsley mutters. Yeah. Exactly.

But you gave him your phone number, right? - No way, Manu. The guy is rude. - Go on, describe him to me, in detail. - I described every little detail to Manu, including the smell of his perfume. Manu listened attentively and with a big smile. - That guy impressed you! – Manu commented when I finished speaking. - Manu, he's simply the most handsome man I've ever seen in my life! But he's also very arrogant. "Oh, too bad you didn't give out your phone number. Arrogance can be fixed."

“Captain America.” “Wait, like seriously? The goody goody?” He asks, and I open my mouth, but he holds up his finger, “That’s not my second question!” “Yeah. He is a man out of time, one of a kind. I like what he stands for. He won’t compromise. We need people who will stand up for what they believe in, even if it isn’t popular. Even if the whole world is against them. I like that he is a goody goody. His looks are just an added bonus.” I fan myself.

“Not all women look at a man’s appearance.” Porter gave her a look. So what does she mean? His handsomeness will not work on her? Good. Because he doesn’t plan to work his handsomeness on her. “Tss. At least you’re not like other girls.” He told her. Janine looked at him. “No two women are alike.” She beamed and Porter smiled weakly. “You think so?” He asked. Janine narrowed her eyes on Porter. “Yes.” She replied.

That alone made it worth it. “Sure.” He handed me his phone, and I typed my number in. When he saved it, he glanced at the screen and chuckled. “Rosette Jenner. What a coincidence. You have the same name as the late tycoon, Julio Jenner.” My lips curved. If only he knew. “What are the odds, right?” His expression softened with admiration. “He was a great man. Someone I actually look up to. I want to be like him one day, you know? Powerful but respected.”

Better for him, less humans equalled less noise. A deep inhale filled his chest with air, an effort to calm his nerves. The keys jingling in his pocket as he listed woods to let out stress with a early night hunt. "She is strong, but you know she won't survive what's coming!" A man said appearing venturing out of the next room, his voice deep followed by the crunch of the handful of popcorn he stuffed into his mouth. Grey paid no attention till he set eyes on the source of those words.. An older man in a black suit, his aura Full of pride and self praise. His smile present even as he munched on popcorn from the cup-full he held. All his attributes summed to a signature Grey recognized even b