Any Man Novels & Stories

"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

He never lets go of my lower hip as he speaks to all the members of the crowd. A man in his thirties greets Alessandro and speaks non-stop until he reads his expressions. “How does one talk so much?” I whisper in Alessandro’s ear. He chuckles for a split second until he goes back to being the cold-hearted mafia man. The moon peaks out of the clouds, and I lose myself in its beauty. I move Alessandro’s hand away, walk away, and sit down on the stairway parallel to the moon. I pull out my mini-notebook and work with watercolors to replicate the beautiful view.

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.

The ball has caused a lot of trouble , but I know of one person that is really happy after the ball- Layla. I'm so glad she found her mate, I just hope he treats her right. After my curiosity gets the better of me, I find myself walking to Layla's room. I knock and the door and wait for her to call me in. After hearing some scuffing around the door finally opens. Layla is in a white dress shirt and her hair is a complete mess. Behind her I see a man that is struggling to close the zipper of his pants. He has light hair with light brown eyes. He is more tanned then Layla but still a bit pail. He has a 6 pack and a toned body. The twins are much better built then him, but I won't voice my opin

A man in casual clothes looked at them, his eyes full of anger. "Do you know why your friends only have faces and hands like this?"

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."

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

While I was eating, a man came in wearing a jacket, black pants, converse shoes, and a white shirt with a gray jacket over it. I can't help but look at him, he has a side view of me, his jaw line is perfect, his adams apple I can see it has increased because of swallowing it, my throat feels dry, I don't know if it's because of the chocolate cake I'm eating or because of his adams apple, I looked down at his six pack abs, I can see it freely because his jacket is not zippered, and because the white shirt is close to his body and the big bulge at the bottom his pants maybe he has a big pet? It's just in my mind.