Any Man Novels & Stories

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

Dad said as he introduced me to the two person infront of us. They are both male specie. One of them looks old like my father and one is I think, few years older than me. The old man's hair is turning white already, like my Papa. His mustache told me that he is a handsome man even without it. My eyes darted to the younger man. My lips pursed as I check on him.. He is wearing a black suit worn with a white shirt and a black bow tie. He looked too formal. He has a black messy hair, proud pointed nose and thin lips. His dark intense eyes are intimidating.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

Fine, my name is Two G. "What does that even mean? "You didn't answer my question. Mahone stands up from his bed, wanting to see the man. The man is leaning against the wall, folding his legs, his black eyes twinkling, having a short hair cut. He doesn't look that tall in a seating position, but the glimpse of his tight muscles and broad shoulders prove that he's strong, at least physically "Listen, man," he speaks tiredly. "I haven't even taken to the court for any trial, let alone the custody. Hell, my brother maybe doesn't even know that I've been transferred from the lockup room.

He was dressed in his black and white suit and black shoes to match. The girls continued displaying, Changing positions to see if it would amuse the man, But Mr Black maintained a blank face. He took a drag still staring at them, he couldn't care less, his eyes stayed on them but not looking at them. He couldn't stare at them properly not with the one face still lingering in his mind stealing his thoughts. Again. He took another drag frustrated, finally diverting his eyes a bit he looked around the room a bit confused before realizing he was in the club . He turned back to the girls, still unamused. The doors of the room opened to reveal two men dressed in suits, clearly related with their t

, as if it was nothing to be concerned about. I see a tall man, his eyes wide with fright yet his fists balled as if poised to fight. He looks exhausted with dark rings under his eyes. His hair is short but messy as if he’d just woke up. His long, but nicely trimmed beard match his chestnut coloured hair. The fact that he had those dark rings under his eyes and his hair was messy, did not distract from the fact that he is a very attractive man. With a nice defined jaw and dark eyes. Wide shoulders with muscular arms, not like a body builder, but that of a worker, a hard working man. He looks like he could chop wood all day.

A heavyset, bold man who is missing his lower teeth, and in dirty construction clothes, walk around our sofa. Another similar man, but more tan and blind in one eye, bends to his knees and rubs his hand on my leg while wiggling his eyebrows at me, saying “I’m not on a big scene tonight, I can handle this one.” “Sorry for ruining your fun, boys, but they are off the market." However, there is a new order and a job for life if you are interested in making some money. " Christopher's voice is heard loud and clear as he walks in with another older man who is smoking a Cuban cigar, wearing tropical shorts, a hat, and a palm tree shirt with gentleman shoes on.