A Man's Perspective Mga Nobela at Kwento

When I was near the end of shift, everything went still, and I got confused like what really happens to these people who were gossiping, a mint ago, but now it’s deadly silent. I rounded my gaze towards the entrance, and immediately got mesmerised by the view, as there was the most handsome, charming and attractive man standing in blue ironed suit, in the middle of black decked up men. He entered like some alpha King, accompanied by our manager and headed towards the VIP and beautiful booth of our restaurant, while I was standing there and gawking him like some pathetic fool. I just shake my head, when I was turning around to do my work, he the attractive man turn his gaze and, we had an eye

I didn't look at him. "We are still trying to find the information about the people of this town, it is difficult to get the data." I inhaled a deep breath, closed my eyes and moved my neck right then left and clockwise to reduce some stress. "Our people are keeping an eye on the town," he added. He knew how much he needed to speak and when to speak. He walked like a feather without any sound. I finally looked at him. The man was lean, and he had big grey eyes. He looked pretty harmless to anyone but he was one of the best when it came to finishing his job.

“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. Am I аlrеаdу projecting mу іnѕесurіtіеѕ оn this gоrgеоuѕ hunk оf a man? Hе kеерѕ hіѕ cards рrеttу close. I can’t fі gurе оut whеthеr hе’ѕ hіdіng ѕоmеthіng, оr juѕt bеіng a diligent police оffісеr.

The world tilted, the colors bleeding together like a wet painting, and then I felt nothing at all. Emmanuel Akingz’s POV The walk to the train station was always my thinking time. Tonight, my thoughts were a jumble of exams and the lingering, odd sensation that my watch was running slow. Or maybe time itself was stuttering. Then I saw him. A man, all in black, standing motionless under a streetlamp. He wasn’t looking at the train schedule or his phone. He was staring directly at me. His gaze wasn’t just looking; it was dissecting. It felt like he could see every fear, every secret, every stupid mistake I’d ever made.

How could he possibly help me? At this point, I thought of going back. But then I just couldn't, what waited for me there was worse than anything this man could possibly be. But what could this encounter yield? This man was obviously a nassarcist who doesn’t see people as humans. He would out-rightly refuse this child without even thinking twice. But then, what other choice do I really have? I stared into his eyes. Even though I was drunk that night, I could recognize those eyes from anywhere in the world. The way they made me shiver and how they held me captive, and sends shivers down my spine-

As if that man was not even a human to him. What happened to the man that I had seen in the pictures? The soft, angelic man…? “I am not going anywhere,” I muttered, my voice laced with determination. It was none of my business but seeing them attack one man like this… it started to anger me. The man, now on his knees, appeared unscathed physically, but his trembling body and vacant gaze revealed the terror consuming him. His face was red and stained with tears. His hands rested on his knees, gripping them tightly, as he struggled to steady his breaths.

Swinging my hips slowly to the rhythm of the music. Unlike other patrons, this strange man’s expression was very nonchalant. While other patrons seemed to be drowning in their own sexual desires, this man seemed completely unaffected and indifferent. “Who is he?”, I wondered. “I don't think I've seen him here before. I should look out for him next time. Why am I seeing him for the first time? I've probably not been paying so much attention that's why I'm seeing him for the first time”, my mind filled with many possibilities as I tried to unravel the mystery of the strange man.

But that was the only thing I could say at that moment while I tried to hold myself together with the little string of sanity left in me. “Miss Edwards…” 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 things that are wrong. 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 tha

Sweat beaded on his forehead, and his vision blurred as he bent forward, hands resting on his knees for support. Pavan, noticing Danial’s sudden change in posture, rushed to his side. "Hey, are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice. But Danial couldn't respond; he was too focused on the piercing gaze that was locking him in place. The middle-aged man’s eyes bore into him for what felt like an eternity, though it was only a few seconds in reality.

People in formal wear arranged around a room I didn't recognize. I almost scrolled past it. Then I stopped. In the left edge of the frame, partially turned away from the camera, stood a man in a dark suit. He was in profile. Talking to someone outside the shot, his attention directed away, which was probably why nobody had cropped him out. I leaned closer to the screen and enlarged the image. The particular way he held himself, shoulders straight, weight slightly back, and the sharp edge of his jaw. My hands suddenly went cold. I enlarged it again.