Any Man Novels & Stories

What the hell is happening? I can't move. I try to lift my body, my arms, my hands, even my legs so I can stop whatever is happening if I could just knee him in the nuts and be home free. But nothing is reciting it's like they've all gone on strike and decided to state their offence not to work. I want to scream and tell him to stop but my voice is tangled in a moan as he flicks his tongue over my private parts. I've only ever let one man go there and he betrayed me the moment I pushed him away.

She could almost imagine she was safe until the door opened, and a voice she knew too well cut through the noise. “Two men. English. Tall. One carries papers sealed by the King’s crest.” Ryan. Her spoon slipped from her hand. He stood near the bar, his back to her speaking in low tones to the tavern keeper, his coat dusted with rain. His face looked drawn, his eyes shadowed. For a heartbeat she couldn’t move. Every part of her screamed to run but part of her stayed frozen, drinking in the sight of him. He was alive. And he had followed her.

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man. The reality of life is that it's actually a struggle to become real when you don't have reality in you. One wise man once said man are workers and man are providers, in addition I would say real man are the ones who have achieved salvation. Look at this there is no manly figure that can surpass what Jesus Christ did on the cross ,and there is no man who has achieved the reward that Jesus Christ attained. Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him.

This man was anything but ordinary. He should have a distinguished status.

“Of course.” The man who is maybe in his forties, has dark brown hair and a Hitler style mustache that would make anyone roll their eyes, is right where I want him. He licks his lips thinking about all the possibilities on how this could go. He could get lucky. He could have just found a new member for the cult. Or he discovered the next sacrifice.

I start jumping up and down while waving my hands around desperately trying to get his attention. It's hard to see the man clearly but what I can see is enough to have me already formulating a plan to get him out of there. The top half of his body is caked in mud while the bottom half of his body is submerged in the water. He's an older man with long grey hair but what unsettles and scares me more than anything else is the way hes holding on to the large rock for dear life.

Middle aged man : I feel better, but I'm unable to remember who I'm or where I belongs to Old man : everything is the game of that almighty son, he decides everything, he made you alive after these many years, he still have some plans so he is not letting you remember anything Middle aged man : I wonder who I'm? Even if I'm alive, what is the use?, my family might be thinking that I'm dead already, I don't even remember whether I have a family or not, if I have what my family was doing when I was missing for all these years?

He said in a deep calm voice. Who is this man now?