Big Man Novels & Stories

Big tom interjects abruptly, leaving me questioning and replaying every of his words. Don Joe must have found out by now that I was the culprit and if he hasn't it won't be long, especially with the coming marriage. Maybe that's what I really need, a stronger force to face whatever enemy ahead. Another car pulls over beside me. All cars forming a sort of circle around the Big Tom. “He’s one of my best men,” Big Tom brags as he shakes hand with a man, who steps out of the car. Average height. It is difficult to tell if he's just tanned or he has some costume going on, but his face as a clearly distinct tone from his neck.

Then he crooked his fingers at me, beckoning, "Come here, pretty girl." I hesitated, repulsed by the sight of him. But when my stepfather gripped my arm tightly, I winced in pain. He leaned in and warned me, "Lana, you better behave. Boss Biggy may seem nice, but he’s killed many men. Don’t underestimate him; he’s a notorious gang leader in this city." Hearing this made my heart race. All my disdain turned to fear. Reluctantly, I approached and sat on his large lap, which felt surprisingly comfortable due to his weight.

I asked him. “I’m disappointed in you son! You just had to ruin everything I built,” he seethed to me, with a glare. I observed him as he walked up to me. Big James was a tall man with a lanky figure. His hair cut was a bald one which complimented the moustache that spread out his lip line. Father was not strikingly handsome. He had a rugged face which suited him, for a business man.

a voice called from behind I turned at once and saw a man with a white beard, dressed in a white suit "Who are you sir?, and how do you know my name?" I asked my mother and sister walked to where I stood and they greeted the old man before me "I guess we haven't met each other in a better circumstance but that's about to change, I'm Edwin Pendragon, the great and fearless man, and also the biggest oil mogul," he said

"Is that Big Jim?" Burney nodded, his eyes already glued to the circling men. Big Jim was huge. Insanely huge. He had muscle on top of muscle and sprouted more where they shouldn't exist. He looked like he'd been stung by an entire hives-worth of bees, and was still waiting for the swelling to go down.

Nicole I froze, for a moment, I wondered if I had heard him correctly. David Lockwood, the untouchable billionaire. The man whose pride was as legendary as his wealth, the man who had never begged anyone for anything in his life was standing there, begging me to save his daughter.

The guy roared grabbing his shirt and shaking him violently. “Eddie.! Eddie.!! Eddie.!!! The people around the table began to cheer and the attention of the other patriots were also attracted. Paul was the only one still ignorant of what was happening as he was glued to his phone with air pod in his ears. “Isn't this Eddie Murphy, the number one crime boss of the city.? “Who's the young man that annoyed him.? He's certainly not walking out of here with his life today” “I heard that yesterday, someone offended him at a party and he had the person's left hand chopped off”

He does the waiting while I do the chasing, well miracles do happen from time to time. "You are Miss. Geronimo, I guess? " The big man standing before me looks nothing like Daniel. He is quite tall with muscles the size of meatloaves. There are tattoos on his arm too. I think he looks like a character out of a Super villain movie, only his voice sounds kinder. "I am. "I say. "Sorry, I can't offer a handshake, covered in floor, the job you know, " "I understand. That's fine. "

Lilibeth stumbled in, cheeks flushed red, practically draped over a young man who was struggling to keep her upright. I'd seen this man a couple of times before. He was Carlson Jenner, the college student Lilibeth claimed she was sponsoring. In reality, he was a male escort at some club.

"I’m sorry about that." "Who’s he? Has he been in that car all along?" Anderson asked, still visibly shaken, his face registering pure shock as his gaze darted between me and Biggy. I wasn’t sure why Anderson seemed so stunned, but judging by the way he stared at Biggy, he had clearly noticed what I had—the man wasn’t just a giant, he was strikingly handsome. "He's my chauffeur; he just started his job today." I replied, giving Biggy a sign to introduce himself, which he hurriedly complied with.