A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o

He looks like he could chop wood all day. I recognise him immediately as the kind man who put lip balm on my painful, dry, cracked lips. Ah, the relief it brought was immense. Then another, older man comes into the room, “what’s all the commotion about?”. Not entirely sure who all these people are, or what I am doing here, I feel increasingly weak. I look up at the handsome, tired looking bearded man, “you...put lip balm...on my lips?” He nods, yes.

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 from the crowd jokes, his lip curling in disgust. Glaring over at the man, I struggle in my captive's hold. "Don't move," the man growls with an aura of power emanating from him. Gulping, I immediately still, knowing they will not be afraid to use the gun on me. Screwing my eyes shut, I pray that this is only a dream. In a few minutes, I'll wake up and this will all just fade away. This is only a nightmare. It can't be reality, can it?

"Neil has always wanted to watch a movie with me and his father. His wish has finally come true." It came with a photo of the three of them together. A friend commented, "Congratulations! You guys have finally gotten together!" Jill had replied with a blushing emoji. After a brief silence, Shawn said awkwardly, "The four of us can watch the movie together. You keep talking about how I've never caught a movie with you, right?"

As if he refused to kill more people and get disappointed in the end. Then one day, his lonely life seems to change. I see that he's finally smiling as he's looking into something. He's standing at the rooftop of a skyscraper but his eyes are sharp like a hawk. He can see everything at that distance and he's smiling from the sight of a woman.

I like to stick with one brand. I have a strict schedule ahead. My family always has a program set out for me for each day. The only way they assure me I will heed the path towards success. I am to attend John Hopkins and become one of the world's most outstanding surgeons after the summer is over. I have scheduled meditation sessions dedicated to hand therapy, massages, and still hand-holding dedicated to posture and strengthening. I will say it promises that my hands remain strong, and I appreciate this quality about me. A man needs strong hands. What is a man without a chiseled jawline, a shredded six-pack of abs, a cut v-line down to the good stuff, and strong hands? Throw in a sexy face

A Black Mercedes EQS stopped right next to the Jet. A tall Korean man got up from the driver seat. He smiled brightly at Stephanie and soon, Stephanie released her hand from Luke’s, and walked toward Yoan. “I miss you!” She said to Yoan “Finally I can see you again! I miss you more than anything….” “I thought you'd come alone, but who is him?” Yoan asked “Oh, he is Lucas Miller, my business partner. It just happens that we have similar travel schedules.”

This man was obviously upset with Max. When we didn’t speak, he repeated, “You’re out.” “Excuse me?" Max asked. "Who the hell are you?” I lowered my glasses and continued to appreciate one of the most perfect specimens of man I’d ever seen. Small droplets of water hung from his short dark hair and glistened against the cobalt blue sky. More evidence of his recent swim coated his defined abs and his wet swim trunks clung to his thick thighs... Everything about this man screamed confidence. Not the cocky kind I'd seen in Max. No, this man wasn't a college kid who specialized in picking up girls. This man dominated every situation. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.

his voice was soothing, they calmed me in ways I could never understand. How could a man who looked like a plain dad be the most dangerous don in New York City? “I have enemies Pearlita, evil men who want to see me fall, they envy the power I possess, the power they can never touch in this lifetime” I took a long look at him. He was dressed in a simple, matching polo shirt and shorts. His glasses stood firm on his head, and he slouched perfectly on the couch to reveal perfectly toned abs under his thin yellow shirt.