Gentleman Novels & Stories

I say, stepping out of the room. When I return, the water is still on and I can hear the boys murmuring to each other. I know Everett can’t hear them and I don’t think that Valko can, but I can hear Elio thanking Ajax for helping him and Ajax telling him that he doesn’t need to thank him. I’m glad they seem to be getting along. Ajax is a great young man, a born leader, and it looks like Elio is as well. When Everett is done taking Valko’s blood, he tells him he can come sit in the chair I’ve set up.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

“Look, you’ve become more of a healer. I felt the approach of the old man for a long time, it always appeared like a mushroom from under a stump. And that they just can’t sit at home, like my grandfather. I sighed and turned around, putting on a polite smile. Mr. Wilson stood at a distance, his hands clasped behind his back. The usual cardigan of intricate knitting, this time in cherry color, is buttoned up, a high collar of a shirt is at the throat, dark trousers are tucked into brown ugg boots. The usual walk of a gentleman over seventy is nothing suspicious.

again. "Annalia Davis," the gentleman greeted. He boldly flaunts his wealth by donning a gray checkered tuxedo and a crimson necktie from a brand renowned for its luxury wares worldwide. When Anna's mouth curled into a charming grin, the man's smile grew wider and showed off his whiter teeth. The man was obviously ecstatic to see the well-known actress and to admire her Venusian beauty, the body of Aphrodite, exquisite dress, and jewels. The woman of his interest.

Old Chen reminded him from the doorway, a hint of heartache in his expression. William rose and walked to the French windows. The manor's silhouette in the rain was silent and vast, like an old beast crouching in the darkness. He wore a dark gray cashmere cardigan, with the collar of his white shirt slightly loose, but the cuffs neatly buttoned with platinum cufflinks engraved with the Sterling family crest. His handsome, almost sharp face appeared even colder in the reflection of the glass, his brows furrowed with weariness, and faint redness in his eyes, as if he hadn't slept for several nights.

I couldn't even ask how he knew, probably a wild guess…right? He gave it to me with a small gentle smile. The rumors painted him as rude, cruel, and ice-cold. Yet this man… this man was pure kindness wrapped in a terrifyingly attractive package. As I typed on the computer.. I heard him shift a little then, he excused himself politely. I blinked several times to make sure he was actually talking to me. “I’ll be back in a few minutes. Make yourself comfortable.” He closed the mahogany door softly behind him like a true gentleman.

“He obviously looks like a violent person.” “Trust me, he's not.” I said, waving dismissively. This night alone made me realize how possessive Henry could be. Violent, on the other hand… That one was a bit tricky, cause he wasn't a loud person. He wasn't the kind of person to wear anger on his sleeve. He was definitely a gentleman… A gentleman who knew how to handle violence in a controlled manner. The kind of man you could trust to handle murder like a businessman. Soon enough—food was served and everyone dug in.

But now, I finally saw the truth. This was just a transactional obligation to repay a debt of honor. Silently, I swapped out the dying flowers and set up fresh roses on the table. Genevieve glanced at me and thought. [Well, at least she's obedient. I suppose that's somewhat useful.] I took a seat across from her. My hand remained perfectly steady as I poured her tea, and the smile on my lips remained gentle and polite. But this time, there wasn't a single ounce of sincerity left in my actions.

The doorman, an older man with salt and pepper hair all over his head and face—though it’s well trimmed—calls and he approaches me. I pause while Gypsy immediately stands between the man and me, blocking my view of him. “Good morning Mrs. D’Amato,” he greets. I tap Gypsy’s shoulder to get him to move. He does, but just enough for me to see the man’s face. “Forgive me for startling you, Mrs. D’amato, but a package came for you early this morning,” he says and stretches out his arm holding a brown envelope. My eyes drop to the envelope and climb to his face, only to fall to the envelope again.

Miranda paused and turned back, her voice soft and gentle, “Sir, do you need more thread? I can assist you.” “I’m not here for thread,” the young nobleman replied with a warm smile. His fine attire and graceful demeanor made him appear even more distinguished, a picture of elegance and refinement. “I have another matter I’d like to request your help with. Would you be able to assist me?”