Any Man Novels & Stories

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.

What if he is involved in something dangerous? The thought elicited my gasp. Swallowing, I glanced at him again. With his hair neatly combed back and the clean shaven look, he looked charming yet like any other common man. Totally harmless! How could this man in front of me be involved in something dangerous or something horrible? I wondered. I closed my eyes and took a deep breath to calm myself. With a sigh, when I finally opened my eyes again to look at him, I found him staring right back at me.

I quickly turned around and I almost gasped when I saw a man standing in the middle of the roof deck. He was big, almost six feet tall if I wasn't mistaken in my estimate because his muscular body was covered in a T-shirt. The man's black hair was messy as if a comb had never gone through it. It was hanging over his face but I could still see a straight nose and a set of squared jaw with a night's worth of stubbles. Although I am not familiar with men because I had only met women in the past years, I would say with confidence that this guy was someone that others would consider handsome.

Why is no one paying attention to what is going on? "MINE," a voice yells across the diner. “Mine,” the voice rasps. What in the world is happening? Who are these people? Are they fighting over some belongings or something? The whole situation feels off. My mind races, and a heavy weight seems to press down on my shoulders. I’m about to retrieve my steps and get the hell out of there, but there is a presence of someone behind me. I turn my head and I look at the most prominent man I have ever seen. He is well over 7 feet tall. He must be in his late forties or early fifties because he has gray hair, and his entire presence seems to demand your attention.

If she could do what Eva wanted, then the video would be deleted, and all would be fine. "What's going on here?" Elena asked as she stared at the shirtless man. He was a tall and huge man and with his chest bare, Elena knew he had been working out, too much of it even. His arms were huge, and without touching them, Elena could see that there were strong ones that could get hold of anything at any time. The only clothing on his body was a short that hugged his strong thighs perfectly such that one could see all that they contained. "Eva? What the hell is going on here?" She queried Eva who just gave her a smile that suggested something weird.

A M A N H A D appeared to have been running away from something as he kept looking back over his shoulder. He was young and dressed in a suit when he stumbled over some trash cans in a street that was in between a couple of buildings that were aligned along the outskirts of the city. He was struggling to get up when a another man appeared at the end of the street. "There you are!" the man growled and something glinted in one of his gloved hands—a knife.

Ten to twenty percent was basically a death sentence. "There isn't a finalized protocol, so I don't have anything to show." Joseph shook his head. Then, he changed the subject. "You know Cora very well, right? Tell me who this man is." He slid over the photograph Grace had given him. The picture showed a middle-aged man with an unmistakable bald spot. It was definitely not Frank. Frank said, "I don't know who that is either, but I could help you ask Cora." Frank was surprised as well. He never expected that Cora would have another man.

When he opened it, there was a video of a man and woman entwined, both of them without clothes on. The woman was moving constantly on top of the man, humming a cry of pleasure from the corner of her mouth, while the man was lying beneath her body, his eyes vacant. This couple of a man and a woman was Larry and Wanda.

The man sitting in the car nodded slightly, his response simple yet firm: "Okay." Dean lifted his head, trying to make out the man's face in the dimly lit car. The man had a tall, lean frame, his legs casually crossed, indicating he was likely over 185 cm. However, the low light made it hard for Dean to discern his facial features. All he could see were a pair of sharp eyes, gleaming with a cold light in the darkness. There was something about the subtle aura the man gave off that made Dean uneasy, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why. The cold, calculating presence in the air made the atmosphere feel tense as if this man was someone who commanded attention without saying a word.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.