A Man's Perspective Novels & Stories

I realized that I was surrounded by people laughing, joking, the kind of group I generally liked. "I'm fine, I just have one thing on my mind." - Want to talk? Sometimes it helps to have a fresh perspective. Perspective. I remembered that Nav had titled his exhibition “Perspectives on Perspective". “It's… no, Sam, but thanks. That trip had certainly shown me some different perspectives. I had one new understanding of myself, my family and Nav. I couldn't fool him. Even if it was easier for both of us, I couldn't be

A man in a hospital security uniform, watching the exchange too closely. The same build. The same posture. The same shadow I’d seen outside my apartment window.

Anna's POV My head pounded as I came back to consciousness, a dull ache throbbing behind my eyes. I blinked, my vision clearing just enough to catch sight of a man standing over me, his expression as cold as stone. Panic set in, but I tried to keep it hidden, my eyes darting around the room. There were more men, rough, brutal-looking, and then my gaze landed on a particular one amongst them. He sat apart from the others, watching, calm and unreadable. Unlike the others, he didn’t look at us with hostility. Instead, he seemed almost bored, a quiet authority radiating from his relaxed posture.

My gaze snaps to the sound, and I freeze. There's a man standing there—muscular, maybe early thirties, with dark hair and kind eyes. But those eyes are set in a face that looks like it went ten rounds with a brick wall. His jaw is swollen, there's a cut across his cheekbone, and I can see bruises disappearing beneath his collar. Despite looking like hell, he's... smirking? Like he's watching something amusing. Gray follows my gaze and immediately moves to block my view, but not before I catch the man's expression shift to something almost fond.

I slowly looked up, peering over the edge of the cubicle. ​Across the room, standing near a shelf of thick legal encyclopedias, was a man. He wasn't a student. He was much older, maybe in his fifties, wearing a sharp grey suit that looked like it cost more than my tuition. He wasn't looking at books. He was looking at me. ​His eyes were the most unsettling part. They weren't blue or brown; they looked like cold, flat glass. He didn't blink. He just watched me with a stillness that made my blood run cold.

Chapter 76 I turned to see a man in his forties approaching us, well-dressed but with the weathered hands and confident stance of someone who spent serious time around motorcycles. There was something in his eyes that made me instantly wary - not threatening, exactly, but calculating. "Hi," he said, extending his hand for a shake. "Hi," I replied, but kept my hands at my sides. Something about his approach felt too familiar, too presumptuous. "Fierce. I like that," he said, apparently amused by my refusal to shake his hand.

My eyes pierced at his reddish looking brown ones, as soon as he saw my expression his lips twisted into a awful form that resembles that of a grin, before coughing right out immediately after. But even though smoke kept on puffing out of his nose, still as fast he coughed out was as fast as he stood up from the stool he sat on, before immediately moving to a much more closer one next to me. Resitting on a much closer stool, he shifted his gaze to my gaze directly into my dead eyes before parting his lips yet again. "As a old looking man that I am, bloody folks don't consider me much, or the fact that I even exist, but no matter how shitty that sounds, sometimes I use it to my advantage"

I learned to walk into rooms like this one and not break. But love?Love did not survive. I moved away from the crowd. I stood by the window. I looked at the quiet street. Tulsa never changes. News travels fast here. Secrets do not last. “Excuse me.” I turned. A man stood there.He held a drink. He looked out of place. He was young. He was tall. His eyes were curious, not judging. He did not belong with people twice his age. “Yes?”I said. He paused.Then he spoke. “You know, despite how beautiful the sky is—blue and white—people still get tired of looking at it,” he said. “But do you know one thing people will never get tired of looking at?”

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.