Front Man Novels & Stories

"I've finally found my true self today. My name is Claude Manning, and this new life of mine has only just begun." Applause surged again like a tidal wave after my speech. At that moment, the gloom that had weighed down on my heart for five years completely dissipated. After the awards ceremony, I walked backstage with the trophy in my hands. However, a figure stopped me at a quiet corner of the players' tunnel. It was Ian. He'd already taken off his protective headgear and changed into casual clothing. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with weariness. The once spirited captain of the Yorkson Bears looked utterly disheveled now.

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.

I say, "It's not up for sale." "Don't talk to that man again," he grits through his teeth. "Aww, why? Is the big bad mob boss jealous?" I ask making sure that I annoy him. He says, "That's Santino Martino. My biggest rival. If you are seen talking to him, then my men will be suspicious of you." Okay. I exclaim, "Great!" We move in sync for a few more minutes. As the lights dim, I push him away.

“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.

“First time with one of these?” “Yep,” Sarah answered. “I’ve been meaning to come before now, but with school it’s been a little hectic.” The petite blond laughed. “I don’t miss those days. I’m Karli, by the way. It’s nice to meet you.” “My name’s Sarah.” *** “Hi, I’m Tim Fresco,” he said to the receptionist at the training facility in Irving, Texas. “I’d like to get registered for your program, please.” “Which one?”

The man who is obviously our driver opens the door for us, and I greet him with a smile. "Hi, I'm Sofia." I say, still smiling. He smiles back at me and says,"I'm Giovanni, signora." I nod at him before entering the car, and Vincenzo joins me shortly after. I noticed that there was a bar blocking anyone in the front seat from seeing us and vice versa. "You were flirting with him." Vincenzo says out of the blue. I turn to look at him and say, " What, no, I wasn't."

I make sure to listen carefully so as not to hear something similar again, as earlier. "Please forgive me for looking dazed Sir, the pain of losing my mother is still fresh in my mind, and I think it's been playing tricks on me lately. What were you saying to time ?" "Your mind isn't playing tricks on you boy. You heard what I meant. I'm your daddy, you're my son." Aded this man standing in front of me, whom I start to look at strangely. He looks so calm though that I think he might have a mental problem.