Any Man Novels & Stories

Russian's POV A man in his late forties stepped into the basement, his bald head gleaming under the dim light. A tattoo of a fierce scorpion snaked from his neck to his scalp, marking him as someone not to be trifled with. His body was a canvas of ink, displaying various tattoos that told stories of battles fought and won. He dressed sharply, with a few buttons of his shirt undone, exuding an air of relaxed authority. He walked with a noticeable limp, leaning on a sturdy walking stick that seemed to amplify the aura of danger surrounding him.

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

Woman 1 : Nxaa , am calling the police The King of handsomeness made way to my car holding a jarican .His hair neatly cut , no doubt that his barber is one of the best in the city .A symmetrical face making him alluring .Not to mention the defined jawline and prominent cheekbones which gave him a more chiseled look . Brawny chest , I bet it's even more comfortable than a soft pillow. His six peck was visible though his white nike t-shirt wasn't tight . Obviously the gym is his favourite place . I noticed a black mamba tattoo on his right hand which is a bit scary . It makes him look like those savage mafia kings . Well toned , straight and in continuity with the thighs were his legs which ar

The way they probably saw it god would be on their side so long as they were to donate a bit of that money to a charity. "John. Looking for a John." A man stepped into the room wearing a tight black T shirt, jeans and his head clean shaven. John yawned rising to his feet raising his hand. "I'm John." He called out in a bored tone. "So you're John.." The man declared giving him a rather strained smile. "Uhhh yea that I am?" John mumbled looking at the man with a raised eyebrow beginning to get a strange feeling.

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.

Hence they left me. While I was performing ECG to a senior citizen,I received a text. My phone buzzed. "You can just check it out. I am not gonna complain about it." The old man chuckled and I smiled. This man is going to be my next best friend. Precisely,second best friend. His name is Mani. I know it's weird. He is an Asian and I liked him for being one of my mood boosters lately.

He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, never breaking eye contact. “Good,” he said, his voice hoarse. “That was very good.” Then, he unbuckled his pants. They fell, and his dick sprang free, thick, hard, and flushed with need, standing proudly against his stomach. “Now,” he said, his tone shifting from tender predator to absolute commander. “It’s your turn to serve, on your knees.”

The man said, bashful. Tanya also smiled, seeing as the man was acting cute. The man was dressed in a white top and white trousers. He had his hair on his forehead, and he looked kind of handsome. “Do you mind taking a picture with me?” the man asked.

They saw that this unidentified man was taller than everyone in the parlour. "Please calm down, he's someone with good intentions." Lavana tried to lessen the tension. "Good intentions?" Mel asked and took another look at the man before them. His vibes exhibited that he had killed more than 10 people. He was also wearing a hood so they can only see his mouth which only formed a small smile. "Who's he? You know him?" Rolandro asked. Lavana nodded. "Yes, he's someone close to me." "Is he your brother or kin or friend?" Regina asked.

Sol Ming looked up to the sky, and then heard an angry roar of a man. “What do you think you’re doing to my partner?” Up the high-slope of the ground, there stands a tanned, colored man. He is bare-naked at the top with the similar animal hides down on his dog waist, eight-pack abdominal muscles look so majestic, and the long vertical scar made by a beast was shown all over him. The facial features of the man are seven-points, near perfection if only it weren’t for the beard on his face that wasn’t shaved hiding the lips of this person.