Front Man Novels & Stories

My head tilts back slightly, and I drop the shirt to my feet. The door opens to reveal a tall man, with a similar look to Colton. Only I can tell he’s a bit older, and Colton has a black beard. The man is good-looking though, I guess it runs in the family. He is the embodiment of the rugged cowboy, a man who commands attention without saying a word. His broad shoulders and muscular frame hint at a life of hard work under the sun, while his stance exudes quiet confidence. His face is striking, with a chiseled jawline and just a touch of scruff that adds to his rugged charm. Piercing eyes, intense and calculating, seem to hold a thousand untold stories. His expression is serious, almost broodi

" The man was visibly shocked but sniggered. Tom was still heavily peering down at him like Thor the God of war. He didn't say a word either again, neither the young man, both of them staring at each other, like long enemies if not for the sliver of curiosity lined in each of their eyes. "I repeat " Tom blustered again, "who are you?" The young man still sizing Tom; this little piece of whatever in front of him, shrugged and replied, "Ramzan Raman, the chosen one. "

Charles changed the subject. Ramon prepared himself and wanted to be presentable in front of his future comrade. A few moments later, the door opened, and a man about his age but still muscular entered. It’s not like him, who is obviously old because he’s sick. “Don Ramon, comrade!” Fausto was the first to greet the man. “Nice to see you again! I never thought we’d be family!” Ramon happily shook hands with the man. Fausto happily patted the man on the shoulder. They talked about a lot of things, and Ramon is obviously talkative.

"Did you miss your way? Or you are here to cause trouble." Adriano's frown deepened as the man squared up. I swallowed, feeling forlorn. This was where we would be killed. The hefty man snorted, staring at Adriano's calm and unmoved face, suddenly, he gasped and said, "You are Mr Mancini," Adriano nodded. The man stepped back cautiously and I heaved a breath of relief that the show off was over. I didn't know why the man was suddenly respectful, but I was relieved.

He was very tall, and very rugged, and his hands— “I haven’t seen you around here.” The man held out his hand, surprisingly clean despite the rest of his appearance. “I’m Adam Danvers.” Joy had to tilt her head back to look at him. Damn, he was tall. She was of average height, and Jeremy had only been an inch or two taller than her. But this man seemed particularly giant. He took up the front entrance of the restaurant, his presence overwhelming. She could almost feel his body heat radiating, and her skin prickled.

They’re looking at the two men who are standing on either side of the arena, wearing only golden drapes around their hips. One is Roman. He stands strong in his corner, an unbothered expression on his face. His muscles ripple as he tilts his head from side to side, cracking his knuckles. The man on the other side is older, with silver streaks in his dark hair. I’m guessing this is the Alpha Varyn guy, and his face tells me that he’s angry. Standing in the middle of the arena is a man waving a white flag. He turns to Roman and Varyn. “All ready?”

CHAPTER 78 Liana Pov The morning air outside my apartment felt heavier than usual, thick with tension I couldn’t shake. Marcus Delgado had been cornered, but cornered predators were unpredictable. I knew he could strike at any moment—and this time, he might aim for maximum chaos.

Hearing the man’s words, Noah couldn’t help but laugh. “You guys run around in Khanh City, yet you have no idea who I am? Tell me, are you in the league with Black Tiger, Beowulf, Baldy, or Ice Pick Willie?” “Black Tiger? Beowulf? I don’t even know who the heck those people you’re talking about are!” The man waved the stick in his hand. “Remember my name, it’s Horseface. And this is my brother, Bootsie. Hurry up! Cut the b*llshit and pay up that three hundred thousand dollars!”

Like whatever it was, he wasn’t supposed to be there. But he simply had no choice. The glass doors up front made a loud buzz sound, and Ronan’s eyes snapped to it just as they eased open. A man stepped out, his face hardened by life…or maybe war. No emotion. Either way, he wasn’t smiling as he stood a few feet from the door, eyes locked on Ronan. “Ronan Alvarez?” Ronan hesitated, “I am he.” A beat passed. Then the man turned back toward the door. “This way.” He said. “And leave your men.”