Front Man Mga Nobela at Kwento

What was this man! ***********************************************************************************************

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.

“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.

The door crea‌ked open‌, spilling light into the room. “Morning, sunshine,”‌ a man’s voice drawl‍ed. ‌ I knew tha⁠t voice. Preston’s righ‍t hand — Marcus‍. His cologne‌ w⁠as shar‍p and chemi⁠cal,‌ like bur‌n‌t l⁠eather. “You’ve‍ got spirit,” he s‍aid, kneeling beside me. “Damon’s girl, right? He’s tearing the city apart for you.”

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.'

A self portrait caught her eye, man Biting the white shirt hem, holding the mobile phone in one hand to take photos in the mirror, and pulling down the trouser in the other hand, showing the proud waist. Eight strong abdominal muscles, A dark brown old scar Inclined across the left front waist, shocking, but it adds a wild spirit to this perfect body. This photo is very thoughtful, perfectly showing the sexy and arrogant figure of a man, but it just blocks his face with his mobile phone. If you don't know, you may think this is a male model photo you found online. But Yuri recognized from the old scar that this was Fremingo. She had accidentally bumped him into changing clothes before, and h

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.

This man was handsome though. She knew there were handsome men somewhere on this earth whose handsomeness exceeded that of her ex Johnny.But this man before her was above them all. Even the hospital's director's handsomeness is a bit behind when compared to this man.His was bewitching. The one that can topple cities. It didn't make him look girly though. The man’s face was sculptured finely. Every part of his face and every line was perfect and flawless.His facial features were very three- dimensional and deep, with a pair of cold and deep eyes, a tall nose bridge, and sexy and alluring thin, tight lips.He had a noble temperament and exuded a cold aura from all over.There was no expression o