Any Man Novels & Stories

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.

"It's going fine. Why?" Harold let out a relieved sigh. "I know things have been a little tense lately with everything that happened. "But don't worry. Once Jacob gets better and Susan isn't under so much stress, I'll be able to focus fully on you and Yvette again. "Anyway, is Yvette around? I'd like to say a few words to her." I replied indifferently, "She's busy playing right now. Not a good time to call her over." Just then, I heard Susan's faint voice in the background. "Harold, Jacob's awake. He's crying and asking for you."

maybe she has realised it was too much of her pretending and not knowing her limit. I was too busy in my practice that I didn't realise I wasn't able to find Aman and Shanaya! where the hell they are? "what's wrong?" the same man asked out of courtesy maybe he is not the hostile one though he doesn't look like one. his face reminds me as he is an army man, with his lean and tall figure, he looks more compassionate in his physique which is a very rare thing to find. "Here take this," he extended his arm and offered me a cup

“Where do you think you’re going, miss?” An attractive man of about forty stood directly in front of Rachel. He had a warm smile, but his eyes were telling her she was definitely not going any farther. Also blocking her way was a stocky gentleman who appeared to be in his mid-fifties. He was wearing a bright blue striped shirt, which clashed horrifically with his polka-dotted tie and dark blue suit. Again, Rachael showed them her identification. “I’m representing him in this case, now let me pass.”

2 days later. {Somewhere in America} A man wearing black is standing at a round table with a couple other guys, he's short, looks to be in his fifties and his shiny bald head reflects on the nearby window pane. There's a serious look on his face and a couple of printed newspapers are on the table in front of him. He's dressed in black from head to toe and most of the other people in the room are too.

While I'm hanging around, I see that the man has more guys hiding in the corner, and I also have to be careful with how I move around. The man removes the tobacco from his mouth and huffs out a scoff. “I know you love to dare people! Even your dad wouldn't dare me in his grave!” The man snarls at Max, standing up to his feet. He isn't even tall. He should be 5’4ft, with how I'm looking at him and considering how everyone else around him is so much taller than him. He has a short, round stature. The long brown animal skin coat that he has on makes him look even rounder and shorter.

The ball has caused a lot of trouble , but I know of one person that is really happy after the ball- Layla. I'm so glad she found her mate, I just hope he treats her right. After my curiosity gets the better of me, I find myself walking to Layla's room. I knock and the door and wait for her to call me in. After hearing some scuffing around the door finally opens. Layla is in a white dress shirt and her hair is a complete mess. Behind her I see a man that is struggling to close the zipper of his pants. He has light hair with light brown eyes. He is more tanned then Layla but still a bit pail. He has a 6 pack and a toned body. The twins are much better built then him, but I won't voice my opin

But instead of a woman, our eyes meet a muscular man with a scar on his chin. His eyes slide over us all before they land on my wrist. He smirks as the gold chain practically calls out to him. The girl holding my hand immediately stands up, and panic punches me in the stomach. I glance at the pressure gauge on the furnace just as the needle hits the red. "Who are you," my prison buddy asks, pulling my attention back to our visitor. "No one that concerns you," he answers in a voice similar to what I think a male model would sound like.

Dad exclaimed. "I have heard about Mr Manav, he is a very good personality, not only has money and power but also has a very good heart. He is generous, kind, and is known for his humanity, humane deeds all over the community. " Dad added, with a smile. Almost adoring him, and acting as if he is already his son in law.

Just like I’m alone in this situation. Only I can save myself. I force a smile at the man and look him in the eye. He is an older guy. Probably in his thirties. He has long sandy brown hair tied into a ponytail with diamond studs on his ears. He has two women seated next to him and they look like they are in a salacious relationship with him by the way they are occasionally touching and flirting with him.