Any Man Novels & Stories

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.

“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.

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?

“Miss Ahn, are you feeling better?” The man questions her. Though his dark hair is combed back, a few strands are on his smooth forehead. The clean-shaven man has a sharp nose and a strong jawline. He is wearing a white shirt and a brown overcoat with dark trousers that nicely hug his long legs. There is a small mole near the right corner of his lips.

I wrapped my arms around myself as a semi-human blanket, providing a little warmth from the harsh breeze. The moon danced in the sky to celebrate something unknown on such a tragic day, but it was also radiant as it lit the scattered forested area. I could already hear as the water splashed against the rocks in a melodic song as I moved closer to the cliff, just as I liked it. As I got closer, I saw something strange standing on the cliff’s edge under the dense moonlight. Or... someone? He was tall and muscular. His shoulders were tense and stiff, as if he was upset about something. His hair waved in the wind, making it more unlevelled and messy.

Usually men from late 20s to 40s are the ones I've been with yet and I'm most definitely sure that this man is a fifty year oldie. The door swings open after my third hit of the doorbell and there stands a very tall man with his blond hair pushed back and all gelled up, he was wearing a plain black shirt paired with a greyish slacks and wore the hotel's slippers instead of some fashionable expensive leather shoes. I had a huge mistake about him, he looked like he was in his early thirty and I could see that he was really fit since the sleeve of his shirt was tightening around his well toned biceps. Wow.

he said. A man of mid 20’s stood before us. He was holding a newspaper on his right hand, and a pen on his left. He was tall, but not as tall as Travis, and was topless with only a sweatpants on. His body was toned; I reckoned he came to gym every once in a while. Looking at his face made me thought of someone. Like a celebrity. Or someone I would often see on the television. “You look familiar,” I said. Though I acknowledged the fact that it was slightly rude to say something straight away without proper greetings first.

A relieved smile appears on Andre's face, his whole body relaxes, he feels like a completely different person when watching the man. "Glad to meet you. It's as if a new world has opened up. Do you have this effect on everyone?” he asks curiously. “Are you really human at all?” The man begins to laugh heartily. "Yes I am human, I have a bunch of friends and they all say it's impossible not to be friends with me," Kenjal confessed. "But I must also say that you have a beautiful personality, you come across to me as someone very reliable and helpful".

Only one other person is in the room, listening intently to every sentence he spits out after a series of expletives. "I can't believe this happened..." the man, face unknown, turns to his companion, "I made a huge mistake." "Everyone makes mistakes," the stocky man with slightly graying hair the size of a dwarf, doesn't even really care about his situation. However, the tall man with the veiled face is very distraught.

the man says with a sad smile. Blossom? Where have I heard that name before? How do I know this man? Or how does he know me? He’s 5’7” with black hair that’s shaved at the sides and back, deep dark brown eyes, peachy-gold skin, a pointed nose, a sharp jawline, and rounded chin. He has a tattoo going down his left side and inside his left bicep. He’s only wearing a pair of sweatpants and he is covered in muscles.