Any Man Novels & Stories

This place is not an ordinary place, considering this tv station is one of the biggest tv stations in the country. "Four eyes, you're five minutes late!" Said a man with a gloomy face walking up to the two women while carrying several sheets of paper in his hand. His eyes were not friendly at all, even looked tired like someone who rarely sleeps. His black hair was cut undercut with his signature parted bangs, his steel gray eyes were piercing into the object he was looking at. But if you look around, this tired looking man is actually quite handsome too.

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

Gerald and Ariana raised their heads, looking at the person who called them. A Middle Eastern-looking man with a tall stature, broad chest, and long legs smiled at them mockingly. "I didn't expect to meet you here," Gerald snorted. The man, greeted coldly, smiled again. His eyes then glanced at Ariana.

The man sitting in the car nodded slightly, his response simple yet firm: "Okay." Dean lifted his head, trying to make out the man's face in the dimly lit car. The man had a tall, lean frame, his legs casually crossed, indicating he was likely over 185 cm. However, the low light made it hard for Dean to discern his facial features. All he could see were a pair of sharp eyes, gleaming with a cold light in the darkness. There was something about the subtle aura the man gave off that made Dean uneasy, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. The cold, calculating presence in the air made the atmosphere feel tense as if this man was someone who commanded attention without saying a word.

he says, smirking. This man is seriously crazy. God help me.

The guy in the video was none other than my husband, DANIEL. On his feet!

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

When I entered a small hotel, there was a stout old man with a belly like those of eight months pregnant, he was bald in the middle of his head, and that long beard must have been well taken care of. Perhaps he was crying, when I entered, I noticed that his eyes were red and abnormal. “Is there a big room?” His voice made me confirm that he was really crying. “Do you go alone or with friends, will come later.” It's always this question, I'm pretty used to it.