Novel & Cerita A Man's Perspective

Why does he have to listen to what the man wants? "You will understand once you are in a position like mine," the man said, not explaining further. "So if he asks you to kill yourself, you will do it without hesitation just because he is the Boss? You are a human, not some puppet that has to listen to him," The man said. The man looked at the woman on the bed; he was thinking deeply. He also felt that what the other man said really made sense. He is a human; why should he listen to him?

Not casual scrolling. Directives. Short sentences. Clear instructions. “Yes.” “No movement until I say so.” “Rotate the men at the south entrance.” “I want eyes on every approach.” Every approach. My stomach tightened. I turned to look at him. “How many people work for you?” He didn’t look up from his phone. “Enough.” “That’s not an answer.” “It’s the only one you need right now.” I crossed my arms. “I thought you were done with that world.” He finally glanced at me.

VERA'S POV "You're staring." "I'm observing. There's a difference." The man beside me at the bar doesn't laugh. He tilts his head slightly, like he's deciding whether I'm worth the effort, and then the corner of his mouth lifts just enough to make my stomach do something I immediately decide to ignore. "And what exactly are you observing?" "A room full of people pretending to care about a charity they Googled twenty minutes before arriving." That gets a real reaction. Not a full smile — something more controlled than that. Like he's someone who learned a long time ago not to give too much away in public.

Bree's POV "There was a fly so... so I smashed it," explained the man with complete face cover. I just stared at him, confused. I'm not sure why I had a peculiar feeling about this man, as if he was interested in something other than buying espresso. "Is there a problem here?" Mike inquires, holding my right shoulder as we wait for the steamed ground coffee. Even though he was wearing black sunglasses, I could tell he was glaring. "Oh nothing," I said.

For a moment, he wondered if he had heard wrong. The man slowly got up, his movements graceful and unhurried. He casually picked up a glass of red wine and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. Through the spotless glass, the vast view outside was visible. The man gazed quietly at the scenery, his tall and straight figure reflected in the window, merging with the world outside. Standing high above, like a deity above the clouds, he observed the changes in the world with a detached gaze. "I said—let her do it! Understood?" The man's voice rose slightly, his tone carrying an undeniable authority.

It's not my fault he was late, I should be the one complaining, the man seriously had some issues. Or maybe he was toying with me, maybe this was some sort of plan because he was closer to me than would be deemed professional by anyone seeing us. Maybe his plan is to fuck me..I probably wouldn't..mind actually. Not to sound all horny but the man looks like a model that decided that the cover of the magazine was uncomfortable so he hopped off. And I'm just saying I wouldn't be mad if he hopped in me, with protection of course. If you were trapped in an office with a man like him you wouldn't mind either. I looked up at the men before us to realize that their presentation was over, they stood

He glanced across the room when he noticed another door that was slightly open. He walked inside without saying a word and he felt his friend followed him. As he entered the room he saw the man who’s in his mid 50’s. There was this eerie feeling in this man but it didn’t bother him, the room was filled with monitors. The old man just watches what is happening to his men as if he does not care around him. Austin took a step when he heard the man speak, “What a pleasant surprise.” It rotates the chair to look at him.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

a man sitting on a crate with his arm resting on his knee responded not willing to take his eyes off the boy who was being marched down a cleared pathway. "Ummm what in all the hells is the guy doing?" "Yea this is definitely a bust, look at him he's dancing about talking to the crowd like a crazed idiot." The man sitting on the crate slowly breathed a sigh closing his eyes. 'Damn. I had so much hope. I thought things would finally be different that, I wanted to believe the rumors that've been making rounds on the streets of the city and throughout the darkness. .... "Yea you're probably right, let's -" The man opened his eyes beginning to rise to his feet when through his narrowed eyelids h

Turning to see who had cleared their throats, I’m taken aback by the view I have in front of me. A man, probable in his early forties, his eyes are hooded as he stares at me, he is tall, probably 6’1 give or take. His road shoulders is an indication that he hits the gym more times than he lets on and with my eyes playing tricks at him right now, I wonder what he could be doing here catching me watch these couples being intimate. “A little voyeur, huh?” He says accusingly. My face deepens and I blushed profusely, watching him close the short distance between us.