Gentleman Novels & Stories

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.

"And I never thought I'd ever use this word for him in my entire life, but... he's kind. In his own twisted way, he's a gentleman." The old man froze, his coffee cup suspended halfway to his lips. His eyebrows shot up toward his receding hairline, disappearing beneath the wisps of silver hair. He stared at me for a long beat, as if checking to see if I was joking or perhaps delirious. The silence stretched between us, filled with his obvious disbelief. He looked at the empty chair where Jaxx usually sat, then back at me, a look of profound, amused disbelief crossing his weathered features. "Jaxx?" he repeated, testing the word as if it might mean something dif

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.

Patrick blurted out. The thin black brows rose in an expression of faint hauteur. "I can think of no one who has a better right to be in this house", the other gentleman replied. "I am Lord Clements". Patrick recoiled. "What!" An angry flush mounted to his cheeks. "This is nothing but an ill mannered jest! You are not Lord Clements! You cannot be!" "Why can I not be Lord Clements?" said the gentleman. "It is impossible! I don't believe it! Lord Clements is - must be - an older man!" cried Patrick.

But instead, an unexpected sight met her gaze. An older gentleman, impeccably dressed in a well-tailored dark suit and a neatly knotted tie that shimmered with a subtle sheen, stood out amidst the casual crowd. His silver hair was neatly combed back, and his posture exuded an air of quiet competence. In his hand, a placard prominently displayed ‘Welcome, Miss Flora’ in elegant calligraphy. He had an air of formality about him. Flora hesitated, taken aback by his presence. As soon as their eyes met, the man confidently strode over to her and greeted her with a polite nod.

Asher turned the moment he saw her and smiled, that soft, knowing kind of smile that tugged at her chest. “There she is,” he said warmly, motioning her over. Vera walked up slowly, tucking her hands behind her back as her eyes shifted between Asher and the man beside him. The gentleman was tall and lean despite his age, with steel gray hair and a matching mustache, dressed in a charcoal golf vest and slacks. There was something distinctly aristocratic about him, the kind of man who had been born into money and molded by decades of wielding power. “Asher, are you trying to throw me off my game by bringing a beautiful distraction to our meeting?” the man joked w

William can see the gentleman same as the age of Eldric if not older. "Sir Eldric? My word! Not only did you stop our lose cart but also saved the bystanders from being hurt" the old man smiles wide as he gives Eldric his hand. "Showing off as a hero before the Tourney begins? Maybe it's time you should have a title as Cabbage Stopper?" Eldric shook the hand of the gentleman and gave him a warm smile. "Lenato, Duke of Einherjar, was a while since we saw each other!"

Aside from her very good reputation, there is also no denying that she has a look that can be sold to women. Wearing a white tunic with golden linings, he really looked like a fine gentleman. He's tall and has the built, but I don't think he knows anything rather than reading books and discussing political affairs. I'm sure he haven't touched a sword in his whole life yet. His demeanor was so refined and elegant that it seemed to have surpassed that of a nobleman. I sipped tea. Though he's not my type, he's not bad either. A loud sound of shattering turned me to the other table. The female waitress immediately bowed and apologized to the man sitting down.

"Don't make me throw you out by force." Alexander didn't even blink. His smile didn't reach his eyes, which remained cold as ice. "What is this, Michael?" he said, with a false tone of reproach. "There's no need to go that far. We are civilized men, not animals. Let's act like gentlemen." Gentlemen. The word sounded like an insult coming from that mouth. A gentleman doesn't invade other people's homes. A gentleman doesn't destroy families. A gentleman doesn't play with people's hearts the way he did.