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 who is 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.

"Leaving!? Which motherf*cker thinks he can run!?" A man in his 40s emerged from the inside—a bald, snarling, topless man bravely showing off his beer belly and rattlesnake tattoo. Logan swore some colorful language in his head. He had really gotten trapped in a den of crooks now, had he not?

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

“Let’s go home and you can tell me all about them.” We turned to walk to where the driver Clara insisted on waited at the curb. Then a voice called out. “Maya? Maya Surman? Is that you?” The voice was familiar in a way that tugged at a much older, simpler part of my brain. I turned. A man was walking toward me, a friendly, confused smile on his face. He was tall, with kind eyes and dark hair that had a few threads of gray. He wore a simple, well-fitted button-down and chinos. He looked… normal. Warm. Real.

"Who are you!" That heavy voice with a very strong aura I felt my body goosebumps and fell unconscious unconscious. Cold, damp, and filled with a dark aura. I very clearly felt it all. I opened my eyes, my eyeballs rolled to look around where I was. My gaze is on a man with an athletic build with crossed legs, he is holding a book covering his face. "Who are you?" I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking.

They stop advancing as the one in front shifts and before me now stands a very naked man. "Hand over the boy and no one gets hurt" the man says "Who are you" "Someone you shouldn't cross little human. Now hand the boy over and we won't hurt you" "You do know this is kidnapping right" Not that what I'm doing is any different "This has nothing to do with you or your kind so step away from the pup now" "No" "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into" he tries to reason but i can tell he's getting angry

My bag bounced against my side, and I clutched the strap tighter, weaving through groups of students loitering near the bulletin boards. But when I passed by a bench down the hallway, my eyes caught sight of a man. An unfamiliar man. He was sitting there, unlike others, with a phone in his hand, yet his focus wasn't on the glowing screen. His eyes, dark, sharp, framed by lashes that seemed unfair for a man, were fixed on me. My heart beat faster. For a split second, my steps faltered. His gaze held me still, and then, as if on purpose, the corner of his upper lip curved upward into something between a smirk and a smile.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."