Front Man Novels & Stories

“On the blue side, with no records of a loss, and his fists are guaranteed to connect with your face because he. is. theeee. Missing… LINC!” It did not make sense, but there was a mixture of cheers and boos around the crowd. A shirtless man walked to the center. His body was lean and marked with scars of different lengths and sizes. His face was of pure calm, and he was staring down his opponent, who towered over his six feet. Lincoln Morten. I got comfy in my seat. This should be interesting. If he were beaten up, my job of abducting him would be easier.

I dismount, and I head towards the door, which opens just before I reach it. 'Killian O'Hara, as I live and fucking breathe. Long time no see.' The huge bear of a man in front of me grins broadly, then pulls me into a tight man hug, almost squeezing the air from my lungs. 'Giovanni Morenso, it is good to see you again.'

She frowned wondering exactly what he was doing here and so now her curiosity increasing she inched a little more towards the door that was left slightly open. "You won this fight, if you keep on winning, you will find yourself getting closer" he was instructing as he gave the shirtless man/fighter a towel. Even from behind Eira couldn't help but admire his broad back and muscles. "Don't worry Mac, I will make sure to win the fights. I am going to get to him, no matter what" Armando said with determination and confidence in his voice. His voice sounded vaguely familiar to Eira but she couldn’t quite place it.

Guston who was among the men turned to look at him and said; " big bro, you should join us. " The man glanced side ways at him. Guston shrank his neck as he was about to tell him it was fine if he didn't want to. But just then the man got up and went close to the table. Those watching were dumbfounded, as Mr Acosta isn't someone who would usually play this kind of games. It seems he's in a good mood today, some thought. Even Guston was astonished to see his big bro participate in this kind of game for the first time in two years.

He was waving frantically at me, his eyes slightly red-rimmed. I inhaled deeply and spoke into the microphone. "Firstly, I want to thank the Claston Hawks for trusting me during my most difficult time. Thank you to my coaches and my teammates. It's thanks to everyone's hard work on the ice that we have earned this honor. "I would also like to thank the setbacks that tried to drag me down in the past. They made me realize that I didn't have to continue staying as someone else's shadow forever. "I've finally found my true self today. My name is Claude Manning, and this new life of mine has only just begun."

Looking up I noticed a man standing in front of me, but his face was not clear as he was wearing a mask. Removing the mask, it was that man from the hospital… Yeah, it's him, I thought. What's his name? What's his name?? Oh, yes… Edger, he is Edger. I exclaimed in my mind. Edger… Right? I asked, forwarding my hand… “Oh I am grateful, my lady, that you still remembered me.” he dramatically took my hand and placed a kiss on my knuckles. I quickly withdrew my hand from this flirty man.

“What have they done to you?” Far to the south, beneath the ruins of the burned tavern, Ryan Ashford opened his eyes to darkness. Pain flared through his left arm. His wrists were bound with rope, his head heavy from the blow that had felled him. He tried to sit, but chains clinked faintly. A soldier’s voice came from the shadows. “He wakes.” Ryan blinked, adjusting to the dim torchlight. Two officers stood before him one French, one English. The latter wore a familiar crest.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

Penn spat out. Someone started clapping as Penn turned to look and saw that Lord Vallas was there along with some men who were dressed just like him, plain clothes that were free and would allow easy movements. "Master." Penn said as she took her foot off Stanley and joined her hands together at her back, with her stance widened while looking at the ground, the warrior stance.

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.