A Man's Perspective Novels & Stories

Jordan's POV This is just bullshit. We never thought we'd need to keep lookouts at the mansion. As I look across at my... our Annie and our Jenny, I can't stop the urge to kill this man where he stands. How the hell did he get the jump on us? I take a deep breath trying to keep my calm facade as the man starts to approach me. "You like my little toy, don't you?" I look into his eyes. "She's not a toy, she's a human being and she has a right to choose what she does with her life."

I am not sure why I think of it that way but I feel like that is what the I am having the perspective with is trying to say to me Somewhere in the place in front of his eyes I feel like it's looking at something that he can never take out this gaze. It is as if he is looking for something that can never be gone from his sight. That even blinking his eyes would make it vanish and be out of his sight. I am just concluding in myself that this person is a man and this person is closer to one we talk from a while ago. This is so unbelievable why do I acted like this. This ain't a guessing game... is it?

I shiver a little at that thought but nevertheless I tried to keep my sanity around these people. I do want the job so I will not let my dark stuff of my life take control of me. I have better things to worry about than some ruthless monsters that I could kill with just one look. Facing the window was a man in his late thirties. I could tell that form his firm stature and by his black natural hair, caressing his neck. His wide back was like an invitation to travel your hands up and down until he turns and looks you in the eyes. I heard a little

Third Person POV Three people stood in front of the admission office arguing about who was to knock on the door. The man in black kept his hands in his pocket, as he watched the other two argue and he would put in a word once in a while. He laid his back on the wall with a smile as he looked their way wearing his spectacles. One might think he was looking at both of them, he was rather enjoying looking at the girl in her excited mood. ‘Gosh this girl is hot in all ways how can someone look so good even when she is in an argument. ’ he thought.

But because something else is happening—something I didn’t expect. This man is standing here in front of me, looking like the world took ten pounds of armor off him without asking for permission. Looking like he’s still unsure whether he deserves the softness people saw today.like he doesnt know what to do with it. the world sees him as one thing. He sees himself as another. But me?standing here caught between the fading noise and the glow of what today became i finally understand something i have been refusing to look at straight on. people are seeing the side of him i have been seeing all along.

It was quite different talking with the man with her present,he looked calm and vicious at the same time. “We are yet to find out sir, they are still trying to find how the fire started.”she spoke quickly. If there was anything to show about the situation, It simply showed how different a perceptive could be, the mere demonstration of how open his mind was cut through to my heart in no time. It was after the man had left a couple of minutes later that I realized that I was not breathing throughout that moment. "Such a man." I muttered letting out a breath. Watching all the events unfolding, I watched as he walked back toward where we were.

The salacious image of him picking me up and putting me on the counter floated through without much work. My eyes continued downward taking in every titillating sight like the sweet little eye candy that the man was. Most of the men that I saw here were wearing a pair of skin-tight leather pants. Not this man, this man wore faded jeans with holes in them making him look as if he had just come from a construction site, which for all I knew he could have. I noticed he was barefoot, odd for a man, yet it gave him a more heathenish appearance.

If this was a Death Match… ‘Musclehead wouldn’t have lasted that long’ That was what Mane’s intuition told him. “How do you know all this?” Lam sighed in admiration for Mane’s sharp eyes. “Because I’ve fought most of my life. When you start fighting too, you would get to see things from another perspective after a while.”

Just then, I heard footsteps at the edge of the overhang. I looked up. I saw a man standing at the edge of the overhang's coverage, rain coming off him, watching us with dark eyes that took in the scene — Serena, my position around her, the state of both of us — with the rapid comprehensive assessment of someone who had been in enough critical situations to read one quickly. He's not one of the three men from the trees. He's different entirely. He's older, leaner. The kind of stillness that didn't come from training alone but from a long time spent in places where unnecessary movement had real consequences.

"You're barking at the wrong gate, kid." "Talk!" Aiden grabbed the man’s wrist, twisting it hard. "Tell me what you saw!" The man’s breath hitched for a second. A drop of sweat ran down his face, leaving a streak in the dirt. He glanced at the security camera on the wall - a quick, nervous look - before turning back to Aiden with a bored expression. "I saw a fire," the man said simply. "Fires happen. Usually when someone is careless. Or when someone wants to erase a mistake."