Front Man Novels & Stories

I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking. “Are you the owner of this castle? How come I never saw your whereabouts? Why are all those curtains hanging wide all over the castle? Why is this castle so dark? Why is the room temperature here so humid?” I kept asking him without stopping, I saw him take the book out of his hands and look at me with a very cold gaze, his dark eyelids, the cold line of his face, his thick and firm eyebrows, his pointed nose, red lips and very pale skin. and his hair that slightly covered his handsome face made my heart beat really fast. The handsome man walked up to me, he covered my mouth with his cold finger when it touche

Alonzo for a few years since he was in his late forties—at least it looked that way. “I don’t want your money. Why don’t you to do your job and take me to your boss?” He grumbled under his breath and opened the door for me. As soon as I was inside, he slammed the door shut. I jumped and clutched my heart due to fear. The man was too aggressive. The drive was silent but the tension was thicker than butter. He stopped in front of the venue where an old chubby man with graying hair and a perfect suit stood. He kept looking at his watch, annoyed until he us.

Brian is staring him down, not letting the man intimidate him. "How about you take off those stupid sunglasses and let me see you better?" he importunes him. ... "Can you talk? Huh? Can you say at least something? Don't just stand there like a fucking idiot!" he spat. ... How unresponsive the man is, made Brian go on an angry rant.

And show him my glass. "I'm Lucas by the way." he pulls and holds his hand out for a shake. "I'm Courtney," I reply and place my hand in his. He was a really handsome man. He was tall and when I say tall, very tall. He had brown eyes, which were quite intimidating. His hair was styled with some gel. He had a sharp jawline and nose. He had quite a few rings on his fingers. He didn't seem like a normal man. He seemed to be rich. He was wearing a grey suit and from what I know, that was from Dolce & Gabbana. What was he doing here?

I walk with Enrique to meet them. The front man is short, broad-shouldered, late forties … early fifties. Weathered face. Calm eyes that miss nothing. Wearing a suit as if he doesn’t really want to. He extends his hand. “I’m Captain Maron.” Enrique shakes it. “Enrique Blackburn.” Then he gestures toward me. I clasp the captain’s hand. His grip is firm, deliberate. “Damion Grimm.” His eyes flick over me once. Assessing.

"This is my new number. If you need anything, just give me a call. I've got surgery coming up, so I can't see you off. Take care of yourself and get some rest." "Got it! I will!" I nodded eagerly and kept thanking him. "Take care on your way home," he said before turning and walking off. I let out a long sigh of relief. Luckily, he didn't ask for more details—any more questions would've just made me feel even more awkward. Meanwhile, I never thought I'd be getting threats for the next three days. On the first day, I found a package on my doorstep. Inside, a dead toad was pinned with needles all over. The next day, I got a black-and-white photo of me, framed in black, almost like a memorial p

The front door opened and out walked a bear of a man with a huge dark beard flecked with grey.. His cheeks were rosy. If his beard was grey he could have been a stand in for Santa Clause. He smiled at them warmly and greeted everyone. Upon seeing him closer, it was clear that this was a jolly man and seeing his sharp eyes, he was one who did not miss anything. He shook Lyle’s hand and kissed Anna and Amaris’ hand as they each went to shake his. He and Marco embraced like brothers and Horis left his arm around Marco as they all walked inside.

What bothered me was that the future was incredibly uncertain, and potentially dangerous for me. Suddenly there was a knock at the door pulling me out of my thoughts. I went to the door and instinctively looked for a peep-hole, which of course there wasn’t one. Slowly I parted the door open. Standing before me in mid-knock, was a tall, broad, and muscly, curly red headed MAN. With the most beautiful forest green eyes that I have ever seen. I literally got lost in them and the man had to clear his throat to get my attention. “Ahem. Hello miss. My name is Roland. His highness ordered that I come and get you for supper.” He smiled as he said in a seemingly Irish accent. Apparently, there is a d

Aman's member lay on one of his men's faces, and the others beside them. "Fucking look at where you're going, newbie!" He shouted. "Shit, Aman! Get your dick away from me!" "Damn!" "Th-There's a person in front!" "What do you mean, there's a person in front? Fucking avoid them then!" Aman stood up, wearing back his pants. "H-He showed up so suddenly I didn't see him! I swear he wasn't there until just now!" The newbie defended himself, horror in his face as he pointed upfront.

THE MAN IN YELLOW