Any Man Novels & Stories

One seemed to be elderly and the other one was a kid. "You two shut your mouths up! I don't need you here! I was wrong to summon you two!" Mr. Manore angrily said. He looked at me again with his usual smile and said, "You shouldn't be here, Merchaiass. You're a good man; I sensed it." "W-what?"

Like he didn’t know what to touch, what to hold, what to let go of. How do you tell a man who lost his wife that he doesn’t have to be strong? You don’t. You simply stand with him long enough that he realizes he isn’t alone. “Liana?” His voice was low, barely above a whisper. “Yes?” “If you hadn’t been there today…” He paused, jaw tightening, breath catching. “I don’t think I would’ve made it.” My heart pulled tight. “You would’ve,” I said gently. “No,” he said, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t have.”

This place is not an ordinary place, considering this tv station is one of the biggest tv stations in the country. "Four eyes, you're five minutes late!" Said a man with a gloomy face walking up to the two women while carrying several sheets of paper in his hand. His eyes were not friendly at all, even looked tired like someone who rarely sleeps. His black hair was cut undercut with his signature parted bangs, his steel gray eyes were piercing into the object he was looking at. But if you look around, this tired looking man is actually quite handsome too.

I pity this school. He's with a four men just behind him. One have a blonde hair, obviously hitting with the women around. These women, on the other hand, looks like a worms just sprinkled with salts the way they move. The other man is holding a book and he obviously have his own world. While the one man have a ash gray hair, busy with his phone. He's familiar to me. Like I saw him before. Maybe he's one of my flings before. And the last man, looks like a gangster. I don't want to described him anymore. I'm too lazy now. None of them looks like a good boy.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

"Are there any other issues that need immediate attention?" "Yes, my Lord." A man in his sixties stood up. He had a small beard that had a few strands of grey just like his hair. His wise yet calculating eyes made people respect him all the more. He had a kind smile on his face, the one that made people feel comfortable and at ease immediately.

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The guards all bowed as he walked " Get the stuffs in the car " he ordered and they all rushed toward the car Alyssa followed him silently ******* " Luther, you are finally back " A man who look like he's in his early forties said with a smile " Yeah,,with his mate " Another woman who is likely to be his wife said and Luther faced them " Yeah,,am back. I found her ' He said " I fucking smell human in this house!! " A voice of a girl who should be between 17 or 18 years said out loudly walking into the same room they are in

This world actually had something called "takeout." I had barely arrived at the office when a man suddenly dragged me into the pantry. "Cher! You have to leave with me! Quickly!" Oh god. It was that rotund man, Shane Fulbright, again. He winced as though my situation personally offended him, but all I could focus on was how his muscles bounced with every movement. The sight disgusted me so much that I immediately stepped farther away. "Don't you know what kind of person he is, Cher?!" he demanded.

Then the crowd reacting in that particular way they did when something was genuinely impressive, not polite impressed, actually stunned into it. We got close enough to see. There was a man in the middle of the platform. No shirt. Sweat running down his chest and over a torso that was all muscle and ink, tattoos crawling up his ribs and across his shoulders and down both arms. Four men were around him, or what was left of them. Two were already on the floor. One was swinging and missing. The fourth hung back like he was reconsidering every decision he had made tonight. The man in the middle moved like he wasn’t working hard at all. He caught a punch, turned it, put the man down in two moves t