Any Man Novels & Stories

What the hell just happened? Who was this man?

Damn it! Who is that man, and why am I the way I am? I've been outside the company, but I haven't caught up with him. I can no longer see him. I only know he's wearing a gray tux and is tall and has long hair, but he still looks manly and masculine. Oh, no! Where has he gone?

“That’s what I needed. Thanks.” The overcaffeinated man let out a low whistle, his eyes fixated on the picture of me and X fighting. “Is that a Man in Black? Getting his ass kicked? They’re indestructible! I’d hate to meet the guy who could open up a can of whoopass on a Man in Black like that.”

The Man said to Max then started to walk out of the room. This man was untouchable man of the Los Angeles name JAMES ANDERSON. A 30 year old young man who was the business tycoon and has a secret business which nobody knows. He has many rules in his life but one rule is unforgivable to him was betrayer. He can let go any other mistake but not betrayal. He is the person from which everyone afraid of. He was handsome like a Greek God, He has Dark Brown hair, eyes are hazel in color, Fair complexion of skin, tall in height, Six packs with muscle, aura of a intoxicating person, He was the man that every girl desire for but he is allergic to girl. He thinks that they are troublesome.

I don't move as I wait to see who steps out. The first man is tall and muscular, wearing a light grey suit with a black button-up shirt underneath. The top two buttons are undone, and the thought of running my hands inside that shirt makes my knees weak. He has thick blonde hair, and his piercing blue eyes meet mine. Then, another man gets out behind him.

Interlude. Four days later. “I found a human,” A man said with his head held high above his shoulders. He stood facing the window that looked into the far city, its light pollution preventing him from seeing the stars. “A very strange smelling one.” He was a large man, at least seven feet tall with a broad muscular frame. He was clean-shaven with russet brown hair that grew past his ears, brushing the top of his shoulders. All in all, he looked like a man who’d seen much in life, and who’d done much as well. There was a scar running down his cheek, from his eye to his jaw like a tear track. He wore only a pair of pants, standing barefoot on the plush carpet of the office.

My eyes flutter open, and I find myself staring at the enemy standing before me. An old man, weathered and worn, his grizzled appearance belying the strength that still resides within him. He holds a gun in his hand, his grip steady and unwavering. It's evident that despite the passage of time, this man knows how to fight. His towering physique speaks volumes of a formidable warrior from days gone by.

The figure is male, tall. And familiar.

What a man with a strong presence! Is this right? I can't believe my eyes.

What was this man! ***********************************************************************************************