Front Man Novels & Stories

I blinked a few times to adjust my vision; I realized we were no longer alone. In front of me stood a man with long and light hair of white and silver, close to his waist, meticulously teased behind his ears. Like Alex and Bob, he was strongly built and had a face so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away. He was dressed in extravagant, clean, and white clothing with gold armored around him. Marlon Roessler.

“But for now, I’ll make you scream as I fuck you so hard that you won’t be able to walk for days.” He grabbed the elastic waistband of my uniform pants and forcefully pulled them down, leaving me only in my underwear. “Please stop,” I pleaded as tears streamed down my face. I hoped he would feel remorse, but there was no sign of it. He simply covered my mouth. “You’ll like it, I promise.” He whispered. Before he could tarnish me any further, he was thrown across the room, hitting the wall with such force that it left an imprint of his body. I hurried to pull up my pants and turned to see who had saved me again. It was the same man I had called a coward earlier that day. However, he did not s

the man I'm now assuming is his brother ducks his head closer to Harper's and says "Taking it up the ass and sucking dick" Questions and anger run wild through my veins at the feeling of pain that's radiating off of Harper. A low threatening growl rips from my chest as Niro wants to break free. "If you don't want to end up in the ICU I suggest you let me go now and walk away" Harper warns the man who chuckle and shakes his head. "Oh yeah" they both come to a stand still "Are you going to do some kinda voodoo magic shit to some how make you strong enough to beat me"

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

Punching him straight in the jaw made him hiss out, his bloody lip came in view, I grinned. “Deus the fuck ya doing, get up man and show the low life her position.” A man shouted from the front. Amusement danced in my eyes as I looked at him with hooded eyes. His face felt familiar. Very familiar. Where had I seen him? Was he a gang member? Oh wait. I know.

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.

There is also a white oak stake stuck in his heart and just like what happened to Fabian earlier when Lincoln and I caught him lying on the floor and unconscious with a white oak stake stuck on his heart, the veins of this man are also visible all over his body, it’s like it’s popping out of his skin. "It's them, they're our brothers. This is Guzman and that's Polo. I can't believe our mother's not playing with us, it's been decades since the last time I saw them." Fabian said and it looks like he was still in disbelief as he stared at our brothers lying in the coffins.

Do whatever you need to survive. The man chuckled softly, and I froze, every hair on my body standing on end. A shiver ran down my spine as I imagined the mocking grin on his face. His warm breath grazed my neck as he finally spoke, "At last…” His voice was low, almost as if he was deliberately disguising it, making it impossible for me to recognize. A faint and oddly pleasant scent of mint filled the air around him, and it snapped me back to the reality that this man had broken into my home.

That type of disregard for life almost made me lose my cool. Then out of the sky drops a large muscular male wearing green, padded armor and a mask. " End of the line , Ominous! ” The large man said. " Who are you? ” Ying yang said. " You can call me Stronghold !” Stronghold said. Meanwhile, vice grip and energy grid are destroying the mechanisms on the Forefront of the facility. " What’s wrong? You can’t keep up? " Vice grip said as he slashed through the fire-breathing turrets. His arm slashed through the mechanized destroyers like a butter knife through a thick layer of margin.

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.