A Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

“Everyone knows that he hates the company. While the first son actually shows interest, the second has been a photographer all his life. The direct opposite of what we do here.” “I don’t get it,” I whispered, more to myself. “No one does. And there is also the fact that he… he is a bloody player. I think he has successfully slept with half the women in the city.” “He has to look like a god.” “He does.” For some reason, I remembered the man from the bus station. Dark hair, dark eyes. He looked like a god, too. I guessed there were many gods roaming around New York. I ended up with one of them. Look where that got me.

That in the entire freaking huge world, he is your only centre. Because that's freaking how I feel when I look at him. He is engaged in a conversation with the man who just bought a gun worth 70k dollars. I have no idea what the freaking hell was so special about it but who am I to judge. He talks with such a charming smile and main taking his composure like a gentleman while he is anything but that. He is so different with the people of outer world that it is so easy to find the difference in his behaviour. I have embraced all the parts of him whether it is as fucked up as him or charming as him, both are mine. Even the one that itches to kill the first person who manages to piss him off.

My pulse quickened, and because I was walking too fast, I slowed down, my heels clicking more cautiously against the floor tiles. I took a few seconds to observe him. He had this build, solid, firm, the kind that hinted at hours in the gym but not excessive bulk. His plain white t-shirt stretched faintly across his chest, and his jeans were the kind that clung just right. Probably a graduating college student like me, yet there was something about him that didn't belong to classrooms or corridors. His presence was, out of place. It is than life and dangerous even. He is not the kind of man who will sit in libraries late at night or fretted about exams. No, he looked like he belonged somewher

That was the plan anyways. “If you'd excuse me, I would like to take my princess to dance with me. This conversation with you is boring”, I said. “I know you deal with many illegal businesses, and you're a head of a Mafia. But unlike the rest of the Mafia, you don't lay so low. The media knows you, but you have been able to paint yourself as a good person to a lot of people, and you have always been able to commit crimes without ever getting arrested. One day your time of reckoning will come, and not even your wealth would be able to save you”, Maximilian said, with a smile.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

He lifted a torn scrap of velvet deep blue, embroidered with the Ashford crest. “Find him,” the officer ordered. “And bring me the Englishman alive.”

“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”.

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

He does the waiting while I do the chasing, well miracles do happen from time to time. "You are Miss. Geronimo, I guess? " The big man standing before me looks nothing like Daniel. He is quite tall with muscles the size of meatloaves. There are tattoos on his arm too. I think he looks like a character out of a Super villain movie, only his voice sounds kinder. "I am. "I say. "Sorry, I can't offer a handshake, covered in floor, the job you know, " "I understand. That's fine. "

Judy knows he’s alive but surely she wouldn’t tell him where we are even if she knew. If she understood how bad that could be for Abby, she sure wouldn’t. That man has no loyalty to anything but the next get-rich-quick scheme. He’s a crook and a violent one. But he can put on a mighty good show of charm. That man looked so much like the profile I could never forget. My skin prickles. But of course, there’s going to be other people around who look similar. I’ve just never seen anyone that got my attention like that. My heart pounds. Honestly, I’m just being paranoid.