Front Man Novels & Stories

“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

’ 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.

A sigh of relief left my lips when I see a man in his late 30's entering, wearing Armani suite. His entirely look screams rich daddy,he smiles at me flirtiously and I do same seductively with a wink. What? Can't a girl have some fun. Besides I'm so happy it wasn't the Greek god I had mind blowing sex with last night even if I don't remember. There is a comfortable silence between us, and after some time we finally arrived at the lobby. I see the man pull something out of his pocket. Fuck?!! it was a fucking ring. He is freaking married. What a cheater.

That was why he wasn't planning on drinking any at all. "Even if you don't drink it, do you think you can leave?" a middle-aged man in his 40s asked coldly as he opened the door. The middle-aged man was named Cormac Cansley, and he was one of the team captains in the state Martial Arts Association! He was known for being ruthless and aggressive, and he had even shaved his entire body for the sake of training to elevate his skills. That was why everyone in the Martial Arts Association had given him the nickname "Father Cormac", because he was as bald as a monk!

His words were really despotic. About twenty seconds later, a man with a pale face and skinny figure walked out. It was Ryan, Mark of the River Mountain’s CEO. He stood in front of a few dozen party poppers, and it looked like he wanted to sacrifice his life for righteousness.

I staggered a few steps, feeling a burning pain across my face. Mom cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. “This is too much, what your Thayer did—but you can’t just watch our family fall apart! The guests are waiting for the groom!” My face went ashen. “I’m not getting married!” I said through clenched teeth. No matter how they pleaded, no matter if they tried to coerce me physically, I stood firm. I pressed a knife to my own throat, my eyes red, and said, “If anyone forces me, I’ll end it myself!”

He muttered, body soaked and sweaty. The man drew a seat closer and sat facing Colton. "The name's Roman. And I've waited an entire lifetime for this day." Colton trembled. Staring into the man's eyes felt like staring at death. “You have the wrong man." He blurted. But the man only smiled, folded his arms and sank into the chair. “I have the right man, alright. Just the stupid one that's always ahead of himself." Then he leaned towards Colton again, his scared eye threatening to pierce Colton's heart.