A Man's Perspective Novels & Stories

-3rd person pov- A man navigated the streets, his face concealed by a stolen piece of cloth, making his way past the surrounding buildings. He moved with evident difficulty, nearly limping, clutching his side as low grunts of pain escaped his lips. It was clear he was suffering.

Like whatever he was about to say is something he refuses to let out. Okay. This man is acting very differently from someone who… Someone who… He takes a step toward me. “You need to be more careful.” I let out a disbelieving laugh. “What, you gonna lock me up again because some other guy can’t keep it in his pants? That’s life. Shit happens. Men are men. Some of them are just garbage.” “No one should’ve even gotten close to you.” The growl in his voice catches me off guard.

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.

A warning I didn't dare to overstep. Although I could take this kind of punishment greedily everyday, I wasn't sure if he would always keep it this way. He was a mafia man who's seen the world with eyes different than I saw. He might have several hundred ways to punish the people that pissed him. I wasn't ready to take anything other than this. As our eyes battled with each other, he slurped against my slit. A lightning of excitement slithered up my spine as I imagined our position from a spectator's perspective.

That is crazy! I didn't see the man panicking. I know the man's current feeling is the feeling of waiting for death. He accepted his fate and comforted himself that it was liberation. I don't want that. For me, death is the end, not the release. I never wanted to die. While I was lost in thought, the man continued, "You are unlucky. Maybe the enslaved people here are being reduced, so those bastards took innocent people to fill the vacancy. They have to make sure there are a hundred warriors in the arena."

Demonise POV: The wind was blowing hard but the weather was pleasant. As I looked at the shore, hundreds of people were laughing and enjoying their selves to the fullest. This was the life that I wanted. The life that was given to me from above, and I'm always been thankful. " Honey, what are you wearing?! " I quickly looked at the man who was standing in front of me with his blue sleeveless shirt and white shorts for men. His sharp and good-looking features made my heart melt many times now.

**************************** Third Person's POV Walking towards the exit of the airport the man hidden behind the sunglasses And oversized cloth looked left and right, his eyes flickering to his watch. The cab drivers, flocked to him, thinking of him as their customer, but the man was blatantly ignoring him. His eyes are searching for someone in the crowd. His jaw clenched, his anger oozing into waves, one look at the cab driver and the man cowered away. Angrily the man behind the sunglasses was about to turn when his eyes caught something or someone in the crowd. And the scowl that he once was gracing now was changed into a smirk.

Then who is the person who also just entered? The man is wearing black face mask, white long sleeves that is folded up to his elbow, and black pants. His hair is cleanly cut but his aura is cold. He looks unapproachable and quite fierce. It seems like the man noticed his stare because he turned his head and their eyes met. Jevro's fingers flinches when he saw the man's golden eyes. "It sparked?" He whispered to himself. "Impossible, there's a lot of people wearing contact lenses. So it's impossible that his eyes is real." He also added.

I said in frustration that made him stop and stared at me. “I’m…” he clears his throat again. “sorry” “I don’t need your sorry, I need an explanation…but not now because you’re still not in good shape, and I still don't want to talk to you.” Third Person POV A man standing on a balcony with a glass that contains liquor on his hand is looking at a beautiful view of mountains and trees that is so refreshing. He drank a little from the alcohol that he drank when a man wearing a color grey suit stood beside him.

I let out a small breath, surprise choking my frame so that I couldn't call out to the Umbrella Man, and warn him that he was exposing us to the enemy. “Mmmph,” I groaned, sagging against the restraints the man must have put on me when I had been passed out and throwing back my head to meet his emotionless gray eyes as the whirl of the ceiling fan above us grounded. Goosebumps broke across my skin as I watched the man as though seeing him for the first time and letting him watch me too, predator to predator, as though we were sizing up ourselves. There was something wrong with the picture, the rake of a man against the drums stacked up neatly in the corner, and the way he stood unmoving, his