Any Man Novels & Stories

A man with silver haired tips says and was stretching his back. “General? Am I still a pretty boy?” A man with a white-blonde hair that was brushed and styled back with a gel asks him. Instead of one, there were two black eyes that made him look like a panda. I had to look away because I was on the verge of laughing at the man’s current state.

My tentative speculation and blissful hopes are interrupted by the sound of a man yelling. “How can they give such an order?!” The screaming man is young and handsome, quite like a fox. He’s probably in his twenties or early thirties. He’s tall and lean, with an elegant and remarkably muscular build. He has an unshaven beard on his chin as well as kind eyes. He holds his head high while another flustered fellow trips over himself to hold him back.

The sound of the pedestrian bridge marking was active, provoking a brief smile from the tall, long-legged man. Jay has the perfect proportions that male models who grace magazine covers usually have the ‘Men of The Year’ title. Unfortunately, he believes everything that flashes is annoying, such as the blinkers. One of the reasons Jay thinks his choice to do activities under the sun is the right thing, even if it's against the rules.

Some toddlers were with their parents, making them laugh with their cute antics. While some couples were enjoying themselves. Staring at them, a sudden desire of AIDEN’S arms around me gripped my heart. I blinked my wet lashes and kept my gaze on my bump. Suddenly I was happy licking my ice cream, enjoying kids hide and seek. I was engrossed in their beautiful laughter sound that I didn't notice something rubbing my chin. Looking up I noticed a man standing in front of me, but his face was not clear as he was wearing a mask.

The man wore a dark charcoal long-sleeved knit that fell cleanly over his body, black pants, and a watch that looked simple until I realized it could probably buy a new Honda. He was maybe six-two. His hair was dark, a little longer on top, not styled to the point of losing its humanity. His face was sharp without trying to be, and through the camera, he had the kind of stillness usually owned by two types of men: people who were extremely sure of themselves or people who knew all the world’s passwords. A few yards behind him, near a black car at the curb, stood one security person. I pressed the intercom. “Yes?”

I make sure to listen carefully so as not to hear something similar again, as earlier. "Please forgive me for looking dazed Sir, the pain of losing my mother is still fresh in my mind, and I think it's been playing tricks on me lately. What were you saying to time ?" "Your mind isn't playing tricks on you boy. You heard what I meant. I'm your daddy, you're my son." Aded this man standing in front of me, whom I start to look at strangely. He looks so calm though that I think he might have a mental problem.

"The Cubs are ahead five to nothing." "Ohmigod." Without thinking Kari threw her arms around pony tail, at the same time jostling the grey-haired man on the other side of her. "Can't you kids control yourselves," he complained, his voice thin and grating. Good thing I didn't try to get friendly with him.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

The man in the limelight sat in the middle without caring for what was going on around him as he continued to sip on his wine. Soon, Guston's guards came to wispper something into his ears. He looked at the man beside him and smirked.

He sure loved to laugh and I even noticed that in his videos. "Yes and No. I'm only good at Taekwondo (Korean fighting technique) but the person I'm about to introduce to you is the Master of all. A world-renowned Master at that. Also..." The door opened, interrupting the man. I turned my head to see who it was and my eyes widened at who I saw. The man had a tan skin with a very tall build. He was moderately muscular but that didn't hide the charm of his face. He was so handsome that I would have compared him with Knight or Kun but he was in no way as handsome as Austin...