A Man's Perspective Novels & Stories

Alex shuddered and said, "If you didn't die, why didn’t you come back?" "I wanted to take back everything I've lost." The man turned his head to look at Alex, his smile was a bit grim: "Who was that man?" "He's my new boyfriend, and I'm warning you, don't touch him." Alex said. The man smiled and said, "Think again, either come back to my side or die with that man." "You're not worried that I'll kill you again?" "Do you think that a person who has died before still has fears?"

That's something that I didn't want, so I was going to do everything in my power to make sure that didn't happen. “Were you followed?” The man asked, I shook my head at his question. Taking in his appearance, I cringed at the sight in front of me. He had a long scar on the right side of his face that seemed to be somewhat infected. A thick, yellowish substance was oozing out of the open area that missed a couple of stitches. “Good, anything that I should know?” I folded my arms, still unsure if I should do this or not. “He's still not getting better, I suggest the war should be called off for now.” The man laughed as if what I were saying was the most ridiculous thing he had ever heard.

His hands relaxed their firm hold and travelled a little higher, just around my breasts. The man pushed my chest closer to his and said, “I am evil to many people because my way of life is questionable. But that’s just their view. I don’t fucking do wrong things. I never make the wrong choices. I face my fucking business and only deal with those that deserve it. My words might not make much sense right now, but I want you to get out of your clouded thoughts. I want you to fucking take some time to understand who I really am. Is that clear?” Everything he said registered in my head one after the other.

“He talks аbоut уоu. That mаn dоеѕn’t talk to me аbоut any оthеr wоmаn, he nеvеr has. But with you, іt’ѕ dіffеrеnt, bасk then аnd nоw, too. Hе cares fоr уоu, Carrie. Juѕt dоn’t fоrgеt he аlѕо hаѕ to dо hіѕ job.” Hеr words mаkе mе look at іt frоm another реrѕресtіvе. There аrе work pressures I don’t еvеn know about that are ѕwауіng him. Maybe it’s not еvеn me.

the old man said with a smile. "Let's not talk about anything else. Let’s talk about what you have been doing these days. As for the guy from the Johnson Family, he is just doing something behind the scenes. He is not very promising. If he really dares to stand out, I will think highly of him." the old man said with a smile. "In this world, there are not many people who don't have selfish motives." The old man sighed with emotion. The moment he lowered his head, tears welled up in his eyes.

It feels like I lose my vision for a minute but that does not deter the man below, who is still sucking with much gusto like he would miss something if he stops . When I finally come down from my high, I see him pull down his pants and boxers in one go, his penis springing forth, hard and angry with a red head. I gulp and push myself up on my forearms. He must see the look on my face because he smirks at me and says, “ like what you see?”

I glanced out the window, watching a place that didn’t know me or care about my past. “Hmm.” The man nodded cheerfully, returning to his earlier thought. “Driving is boring but you see talking? Ahhhh… it keeps me He added after a moment. “That man looks nice. Very honest.” “You don’t know him,” I replied, my eyes never leaving the phone. He shrugged, “I read people well.” I narrowed my eyes at him, forcing a smile and wondering what else he could tell me. “Then what do you see when you look at me?”

**************************** 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.