Front Man Novels & Stories

He cocked up an eyebrow in question and shrugged. " That must be..." His voice was put to a stop when he opens the door to see a man leaning over the wall. Maximo Santino dressed in his normal mode of dressing. In his pants trouser and white long sleeve t-shirt . His hair was cut and styled just normally but what he didn't do as usual is to smoke. Iris nearly pass out when she sees him and Timothy nearly lost his breathing. He staggered backward in fear and he shuddered slightly. " You...you are here " He stuttered stupidly as he pushed up his glasses. " Please come...in "

The large man standing at my front yelled in my face with his thick Italian accent. "I.. Uh.. uhh.. Matteo" I stuttered scrambled words. "What!" he looked angry now, oh ohh... What was I going to do?, they were ten huge men surrounding my petite form and I was probably going to have a panic attack. I was saved when the door opened and everyone turned to see who it was. There stood my awfully handsome baby daddy in his glory. "What's going on here? Can't you see I'm very busy?" He asked oblivious of my presence because these huge men blocked my Small figure.

Claire thought she had the perfect life as the wife of billionaire media mogul, Damian Thorne. But on a Tuesday morning, her world shatters when she sees the headlines: Damian has been caught in a steamy reunion with his stunning ex-girlfriend, Selena Vane. When she confronts him, he doesn't apologize—he coldly hands her divorce papers, admitting he only married her because she was "safe" and "predictable." Humiliated and broken, Claire is ready to walk away with nothing. But a mysterious stranger slips her a message: "I have the files. If you want to destroy him, meet me." Claire soon discovers Damian isn't just a cheating husband—he's a fraud, a criminal, and a murderer. He embezzled

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"

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man who is nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

Therefore, after receiving Marshall’s call, they rushed over immediately. “Kill him!” Hans roared angrily at his men. Whoosh! One of his men stepped forward. He was a tall, muscular man in his thirties. His entire body was lean muscle, and his expression was menacing. That man looked way more intimidating than the men in Wolfgate, both in strength and appearance. As he stepped forward, he exuded a powerful aura and said domineeringly, “Kid, you better kneel before Mr. Ludwig and beg for mercy…”

"Take Ralph, his crew, and those so-called Mr. Burgess and Mr. Higgins in. Everything they did to my son, every word they said to me… I want them to pay it back a hundredfold!" "Got it, Mr. Thorne!" At the order, the unit moved instantly. Ralph and his people didn't even have time to scream before they were slammed to the ground and forced to their knees in a neat row. Darell, the greasy man who had wanted Luke to put on a show for him earlier, rolled his eyes back and started foaming at the mouth. He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind.

Royce exclaimed from my right; his twin, Rolf, standing beside him “I told you he fought Orlando!” “You look like shit!” a voice breathed behind him before a man stepped forwards. He had short silver hair with orange eyes that scanned over me. His skin was dark, which made him stand out against the surroundings. The fact that he was wearing a black long-sleeved shirt with dark grey longs only made him easier to spot. His feet were bare and covered in dirt. “I’m Valerio” the man smiled and held out his Banded hand that I shook “or you can call me Fracture. Royce has been talking non-stop about what you did. We are in the same gang you just joined.”

Royal laughed as he hugged the man, clapping him loudly on the back. Famke was stunned by the men’s words and even more by the appearance of the other man. If he was the same age as Royal time had not been kind to him. He was no taller than she was, he had no hair, a very grey goatee and rugged scar down the side of his face. Yet his smile was so wide the gold caps on his molars glinted in the light of the restaurant.

Color me impressed. A loud soon from the speaker nearby had me and many turning towards the formerly empty stage. A tall guy with a bulky frame was holding the mic. He had various exotic tats on his biceps exposed by his armless shirt. The guy looked really formidable like Damon, father's assistant, but he had a kind smile. A welcoming smile.