Novel & Cerita A Man

Nawala ang mga litrato at pinalitan ito ng isang muted clip kung saan nagsasalita ang isang lalaki sa harap ng crowd. The man was wearing a very formal black suit. Agaw pansin ang malapad nitong balikat at ang kakaibang tindig nito. His eyes were so stern and serious. In every subtle move, he's claiming authority and space. Every time his mouth and lips move, he's claiming everyone's attention. Kumunot ang noo ko. Natapos ang clip at bumalik sa mga host ang camera.

Nakatingin lang sya sa kanyang harapan kaya napatingin din ako. Ang kaninang lungkot na nararamdaman ko ay napalitan ng kaba. The man standing wearing his business attire standing with a pride kahit na may edad na sya. Two bodyguards beside him. "What is he doing here?" inis na tanong ni Savannah.

Nang muli niyang sulyapan ang booth, halos wala na iyong laman. "Ikaw pala ang icon ng manikang ito. Can I get a photo as well? I bought one." Isang lalaking mestizo ang nagsalita sa kanyang gilid. Bago pa siya makatanggi ay nahapit na siya nito at h******n sa pisngi kasabay ng pagkislap ng camera sa harap nila.

Bumalikwas siya at wala sa sariling pinagmasdan ang lalaking nakaupo sa gilid ng kamang kinahihigaan niya. The man's face and lips were pale, he had a bandage on his head, and his mustache and beard had barely grown. He was also wearing a leather jacket, jeans, and high-cut leather boots. It was the first time she had seen the man dressed like that, but even so, he was still handsome despite his rugged appearance. “Keiko...” masuyo nitong pagtawag sa kan'ya sa namamaos na boses.

"M-Mukhang kulang ka sa pahinga, kahit anu-ano na lang sinas—" "Janus!" Halos mapatalon ako sa gulat sa isang malalim at mariing wika mula sa aming likod. I was taken aback by a tall man who I think was in his mid 40s, wearing a gold three piece suit that rich people here in Salamanca usually wear and also carrying a tabaco cane. His eyes are emotionless as if his influence is too high. His face was quite familiar, as if I had seen him before.

"Hi." My attention diverted on the man in front of me offering his hand for a shake. Malinis ang mukha nito. Walang kahit na anong bakas ng balbas. His long hair purely suited his prominent jaw line and absolutely complimented his broad shoulder. He has a masculine body built just like a Hollywood action star. His face is stoic, blank to be specific. Nanatiling kunot ang noo nito, blanko ang mukha, at walang interes akong binigyan ng tingin. "Hello," maikling tugon ko bago tinanggap ang kamay niya at pagkatapos ay hindi ko na siya pinansin.

a man in suit call his attention. I tap his shoulder and tell him to go. May itinuro s’ya na lamesa at dinala ako ron. Ngayon ko lang napansin ang ayos n’ya. He’s wearing a plain blue polo shirt tucked-in in his black trouser pants. Wearing a simple clothes yet he shine the most. Out of all the group of business man standing he, looks more astonishing. “Arnellé!” I heard a loud gasps. It was Tezlan Mom.

Ang isa naman ay naka gray t-shirt at ang isa ay navy blue. "Anong kelangan mo Mr. Maniac? ", galit nyang tanong sa lalaking sa tingin nya ay lider. " Babe have you forget what I said yesterday? I'm not done with you yet, and I'm here to give you a deal", puno ng kumpyansa ang tinig nito. Tahimik lang ang dalawa nitong kasama na nagmamatyag lang sa kanila. "Deal? And what kind of deal? ", nagtaka sya sa sinabi nito.

Nakalimutan sigurong isarado nila Aling Tessa. I strolled towards the balcony and was about to close the glass door when a sudden movement startled me. I silently peer out, it was just a quick look but what I saw froze me. In the darkest corner stood a man with a broad, imposing frame. He was topless, his hair a disheveled mess as if he had just risen from a fight-or was about to start one. Moonlight slipped through the shadows, tracing the hard lines of his muscles and casting a cold glow over the tattoos carved into his skin, each one making him look more lethal.

Marahan akong napalingon sa bukas na p***o at doon ko siya nakita. The man was standing just outside my unit. Tall. Easily over six feet, with the kind of commanding presence that made him impossible to ignore. He wore a fitted dark gray long-sleeved polo with the sleeves casually rolled up to his forearms, revealing strong, lean muscles that hinted at countless hours in the gym. Every piece of clothing seemed tailored exclusively for him, perfectly outlining his broad shoulders, narrow waist, and athletic build. His jet-black hair was slightly tousled, giving him a rugged charm despite the sharp elegance he carried. His face looked like it had been sculpted by an artist. A strong jawline. A