Front Man Novels & Stories

ALEXAKIS. "Just the man I was looking for." I looked up to see Angelo staring down at me, a huge grin on his face. One thing I'd learned about the man standing in front of me was that looks could be deceiving and that most times, the sunniest smiles held the darkest minds, because not only was Angelo this charming and handsome man, he was also the head of a fight club. Or a men's club.

CHAPTER SEVEN The Bold declaration. “I'm Jeffrey Andrey the first and only son of Mr. Andrey and today I stand here to make the following bold declarations to the entire world and I believe my right as a human and as an eligible citizen of this great nation will be respected. I'm very happy because I know that I'm the first ever to make such a declaration plicly although not the first to leave as a gay.” Jeffrey said as he adjusted himself and adjusted his microphone as he was about to make a public declaration that will forever change his life, shape his reputation and announce him to the world.

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.

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!”

He gives me a smile and grabs my hand. (What’s your name mate?) he asks curiously. (I’m Mila Gibson and you?) I ask. (That’s a beautiful name. I’m Adam Thompson.) He replies. (What pack are you from Adam?) I ask innocently. (I’m the future beta of the Crescent Moon Pack.) He says proudly. I pull my hand away from him slowly, and he looks at me confused. (Is something wrong?) He asks confused. (I’m sorry, but I have plans and this is not part of them.) I whisper.

"Just being the common fuckboy, babe." "Good morning, students! Are we ready to read some papers?" There was a loud, collective sound of groans, making the teacher laugh. He chose two people to go first, giving everyone else hope that they wouldn't have to read today. As the one person started to read aloud the biography of their partner, Connor chose to continue his fuckboy act. He placed his hand on my thigh, which resulted in me pushing his arm away. Then he went on to scoot his chair closer to mine, and I figured if I did something about this, I'd get in trouble.