A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

And I had seen right in his reaction which does not take long to show itself. "We're not going to talk about it again Martine! Leave this young man alone. Poverty does not define a man. But rich people have vices and very bad ones by the way. No need to remind you of your origins, do you? -not?! Besides, as soon as I have signed this contract with the Canadian company, I intend to promote Dinam because he fully deserves it given his hard work within the company."

OCD people like space. I notice pictures framed all around the room of only a few repetitive people. They're on racks and they're accompanied but medals, certificates, and awards that I don't doubt he got from his charitable work. He doesn't seem to have a very big family but he seems to be really close with the people in his life. I don't think he's married because he doesn't wear a ring but I think one of the beautiful women in the pictures must be his girlfriend. I ignore the tightness in my heart at that.

The man laughs, obviously delighted with his joke. Sophia turns to him, offers a polite but dismissive smile, and pulls out her phone to check emails. The man does not take the hint and continues, "You don't need to be intimidated. I am just like any other guy." "Excuse me?" Sophia questions. Moving closer to Sophia, the man chuckles, "Yes, I am THAT Davis Reeceman." "Who?" Sophia asks, feigning ignorance. She, of course, has heard of the extremely popular celebrity but is not about to humor his arrogance.

He was like a familiar stranger to me. “Thank you for coming all this way, Allen. I appreciate your apology. It’s a… relief to know that the truth is out. It means a lot to me.” Allen took a step forward eagerly. “Then, we should—” I raised my hand to interrupt him. My voice remained flat as I cleaned the blood off my fingers. “I realized one thing when I saw the guilt in your face. You’ve never loved the real me. You only love the feeling that you owe me.”

she called out, waving her crayon in the air. I looked up to see a man walking toward us. He was tall, with dark hair and eyes that looked tired in a way that went deeper than just today. I recognized him vaguely from church, though I’d never actually spoken to him. He had that quality about him, the kind of person who blends into the background, who notices everything but doesn’t demand attention.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

The smile on the scarred man's face faltered, his expression turning grim. “I quit,” the man added. “You never told me it was Klaus Gambino’s wife! Even if you want to die, do you have to drag me with you?” “Quit being a pussy,” the scarred man said. “And so what? He's just a spoiled billionaire brat. He’s totally useless without his bodyguards.” The other two men nodded, curling their hands into fists. Only the quiet man remained. “No!” He yelled, tears stinging in his eyes. “You don’t understand. You have no idea of the kind of man he is. He isn’t normal. He’s a monster.”

Camelia’s gentle voice came through. I glanced at the movie tickets in my hand. The couple in the movie poster was all wrapped up in each other. “There’s a new movie out. Do you want to watch it together sometime?” “Things are busy at the office right now. I can’t get away,” Camelia refused. Her voice was calm but distant. I was about to respond when a man’s voice cut through the line. “Camelia, I…” Before I could hear more, the call abruptly ended.