Gentleman Novels & Stories

He lowered his head and handed over the invitation to her respectfully. "You are..." Jenna looked at him in surprise. The young man in front of her looked solemn and serious, but his behavior was humble and polite. He had a distant yet competent demeanour, and maintained a suitable distance with others while still appearing to be courteous and well-mannered. Jenna could tell that he was no ordinary servant. In fact, it made her think of the bodyguards in black suits that served the American president. His actions showed that he was well-trained, modest, and polite. Jenna could guess that he didn't serve just anyone, but he seemed quite unfamiliar to her. She was sure that she had never met h

He was a refined, scholarly-looking middle-aged man dressed in a vintage suit, exuding a quiet elegance. “Mr. Fay, may I ask who this gentleman is?” the man inquired politely, his eyes shifting to Quincy.

The door creaked open and I looked up from my desk to see a tall stocky man walking in wearing a tailored well fitted dark grey suit with a crisp white shirt on underneath, the top two buttons casually and most likely purposefully left undone to show off his tanned, hard chest. He was definitely handsome and rugged with stubble along his jawline and dark neatly trimmed short hair… he took off his sunglasses and walked over to the desk, and I could see he had deep brown eyes. His mouth turned into a polite smile as he approached me… only then I realised I had been staring at him and hadn’t even greeted him like I was supposed to. I quickly gathered myself and tried to look more professional "

Jan did not let go of her hand as they walked past a couple of guests as if it was his way of saying that she belonged to him. “Jan, my boy!” said a man in a navy-blue suit who blocked their way. “Remember this dummy?” Jan turned to her. “He’s at the wedding.” Kate turned to his friend and smiled. “Daniel, right?” “Right, that’s my name! Not dummy,” Daniel said and laughed. Jan got two flutes of champagne from the roving waiter and handed her one. “Thanks.” Kate took a sip and winced afterward. “Cute,” his friend remarked.

He was dressed casually in white clothing, displaying a gentlemanly elegance. He took the phrase "never judge a book by its cover" to the extreme.

(I am naked, Please turn round and be a gentleman). She hoped he would show pity of her predicament. "Dost ye know who I am?" (Do you know who I am?) He asked and continued when she nodded. "Then thou dost knowest, I am a fair man but I ne'er said I was a gentleman. I have naught pressing to take my time right now. I can tarry hither as long as it takes for thee to comest out of that cold water" (Then you should know, I never said I was a Gentleman, I have nothing better to do at the moment except see you nude)

And now he was telling me there was more? The paradoxical man I met, a biker with a gentlemanly manner and overly masculine persona, does not live in an ivory tower. I keep waiting for someone to jump out from behind a wall with a camera ever since we first stepped foot in the building. The way he was greeted by the doorman with such reverence and the way he treated the other man was like seeing a whole other person in action. I feel like I’m about to pass out again. That man had all but bowed, and I’m not going to start on how he greeted me. I almost looked behind me to see who he was talking to.

Aaron then turned to Alessandro and said, “Hi, old man. I like your look although you look like a bad guy from the movies.” Aaron’s words had almost everyone in the house gasp audibly. Adrian spoke, “I am really sorry about it. He has been pampered a lot.” Alessandro gave a reassuring smile to Adrian, “That is all okay.” He then turned to Aaron, “Hi, young man. By the way, I am a bad guy. I am the Don.” “Oh really. Would you like to play a game with me?” Aaron bet while showing off the gun in his hand.

His masculine aura is intimidating everything else around him, the command in his voice stronger than steel. The man raises his hand and Jonathan cowers, expecting to be hit. To his surprise, the man takes out a handkerchief and starts to dab the blood on Jonathan’s cheek. “Every word a man speaks is the mirror of his true character,” the man says with a slight accent. “And any man who cannot use civilized words to talk with a lady is no man at all, but leads a fickle existence of lies.” Jonathan winces when the man presses the handkerchief hard on his skin. “You could not cherish her like a treasure,” he goes on. “But you are becoming jealous when someone else treats her like a Queen. I see

His stomach hurts so much. He sat down on a sofa, he picked out a cigar and lited it. His legs were crossed while he smoke, He had a belt around his trim waist and his top hugged his body revealing a huge collarbone. His Adam apple bobbled sexily and his entire presence exuding an indescribable masculinity and charming. He is so Damm sexy, he exuded a perfect gentleman and woman could go crazy seeing him like this. A moment later, Butler Ji won walked up to him, he bow in respect. Butler Ji won is the man steward of old master Lin, he knows practically everything about him.