Come On Man Novels & Stories

“Why come on in.” With that, the gate opened.

The one that had been talking about my nakedness. "Why?" "Mabon pays better." The man gave me a slick smile then melted into the darkness. Shitballs. I was about to be fully murdered. Awesome.

Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man. The reality of life is that it's actually a struggle to become real when you don't have reality in you. One wise man once said man are workers and man are providers, in addition I would say real man are the ones who have achieved salvation. Look at this there is no manly figure that can surpass what Jesus Christ did on the cross ,and there is no man who has achieved the reward that Jesus Christ attained. Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him.

Smoke everywhere, cars, girls, boys and people making out! "Where is he?!" I haft shout so he can hear me. He's about to answer me when a man with a lot of tatts came. "Ey! The fucking King is back!" He shouted. Kingstone look serious while the crowd started paying attention to us...to him to be exact. Don't you ever leave me, don't you ever go I've seen it on TV, I know how it goes Even when you're angry, even when I'm cold Don't you ever leave me, don't leave me alone

This man is too good for me. --To be continued…

Ethan was beside me, calm as ever, his hand brushing mine briefly in a grounding gesture. “You ready?” he whispered. I nodded, my voice caught in my throat. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” He smirked faintly. “Good. Remember — predict, respond, control. And above all, remain… unpredictably predictable.” I forced a laugh under my breath. That phrase had become our mantra, and it felt oddly comforting. ---

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.

They say no one is perfect, but the features of this man changed that saying. His grey eyes, perfect cheekbones, and those perfect lips—words that could make any woman drop her guard. His black sleek hair, dressed all in black, commanding power. Dangerous tattoos and a well-built, sexy body like he stepped out of a magazine. “Are you lost, Red?” His deep, sexy voice wrapped around me, his hand on my waist holding me steady. His voice sent waves through my stomach. He called me “Red,” hinting at my red hair. “I’m about to go out,” I said, about to step in the other direction, ready to walk away.

Not the career. The man.

this and his body Making the members present gasp and step back. - You have a lot of nerve, to dare to come back after everything you have done in my kingdom, you dare to deceive the vigilance of my secretary and dare to enter my office, in a family meeting, in addition to acting arrogant, I'll give you three minutes to get out of here if beyond three minutes you're still here, I assure you that you'll never see the sun again said Caleb, angrily emphasizing each of his words