Novel & Cerita A Man's Perspective

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

"Yes it is. To me. That man is dead and I watched it happen. You show up shortly after and I’m just supposed to pick up and go wherever you tell me without understanding why or how any of this is connected to you?" He turns then. Looks at me fully. His eyes are unsettling; dark and very direct, and I can feel their weight on me. Like he actually sees me, the real me, not the easily digestible version of me that I have curated for people so I do not offend every single person that I meet, but the raw, real me. And boy, it is not comfortable. Finally he says “You’re perceptive.” And looks away. I refuse to back down. “I asked you a question.”

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

he said with a worried expression. "Oh, come off it! That you are a man doesn't mean you can't express your emotions. It is okay for a man to express his emotions. It's just that I don't like to see men crying. As for your question, I don't see you as a weakling, okay?" I said. "Thank you. For the record, I'm not a pessimist nor am I an optimist. I guess I consider myself more of a realist," he said smiling.

EMBER’S POV~ I stared at this man before me like he had just lost his mind. “Do you hear yourself?” I asked, folding my arms tightly across my chest. “You should really consider seeking help.” The man, Keres didn’t even flinch. Instead, he smiled with no hint of embarrassment or defense on his face. “As long as you keep it in mind,” he said quietly, like he wasn’t the one saying something completely absurd. My brows furrowed deeper.

They look corporate and indeed, they're handsome. One man got my attention. He's not chatting with the other men. He's looking intently at me, his eyes are full of unreadable emotions that I can't explain. I don't know if he's displeased or what. I didn't lose my focus. 'Make me move like a freak' I ground myself to the cold pole and honestly, it sent shivers to my spine while doing it looking directly at one man. It felt like I was dancing only for one person that I didn't even look at the other guys.

Vee’s POV All I seemed to do was get in one trouble after another. I just wanted to maintain a low profile and get the hell out of here but it almost seems like the universe was against me leaving. A shirtless, bulky man, stood at the doorframe and glared down at me with bloodshot eyes. He looked at me with hate and indignation just like every other person here did. His dark eyes darted behind, the anger in his eyes seemed to have boiled over when he saw the trashed table behind me.

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.