He-man Characters Ram Man Novels & Stories

“it’s me bro; Wole; the one who sent you flowers and letters. I was told you don’t remember much, but it is fine as long as I have you back in my life we will flow again…..” “good morning Mrs Smith; good morning sir,” AY greeted my mom and the man standing besides her; I did the same. “How are you doing styles?” Asked the tall and broad-shouldered man. His deep brown eyes; cast on me. His face prominent, with high symmetrical cheekbones and chin. His face split into a grin as he came over and took my hand in his, and squeezed it softly. “I am fine sir” I replied. “do you remember me?”

"Come on. Let's get in the car and talk." It was too cold outside. Did the man dare disobey? Of course not. He obediently climbed into the car. "What should I call you?" Ray asked. The man was stunned first of all by how warm the car was. They had driven here too, yet every one of them had been freezing like dogs. But this car—this car was unbelievably warm. "My surname is Hamley. Richard Hamley," the man said ingratiatingly. "I didn't recognize greatness when I saw it. Please, be magnanimous and don't hold it against me. Just treat me like a fart and let me go."

Ramon bowed before him while I kept my spine straight. “That was impressive!” he had his hands tied behind his back. His following steps halted when he reached face-to-face with me. His big body had blocked the light from the opening of the hut. I had heard about him, but it was the first time that I was meeting him in person. He had crystal grey eyes and shining black hair, probably 6 feet, 3 inches tall, with broad and muscular shoulders and a tiny waist. All in all, he was majestic, and the black suit made him stand out even more.

"You still want me to give him a job?" Jenna nodded so Casper turned to Cathan. "Test his abilities and let me know." Cathan nodded and was ready to usher Hunter out but he was only looking at Peggy. "She can't be with you during the test. She would only distract you," Cathan told him but Hunter was unmoved. "She has to. Who would watch over her? Armando saw her with me and he's a good friend of Raman. Please let her come with me." Raman was a drug Lord with multiple cartels. He always cleaned so well after himself that the police never caught him.

The man looked like he was rehearsing what he was about to say to his wife, who, on the other hand, looked so assured that she was about to receive some good news. Herbie and Mandy looked at each other and even in the absence of words, they agreed on a plan. “Hey, Sir?… I’m Herbie.” He said extending his hand for a handshake. “If you want, we can share the room with you. I mean, it’s a double room so there will be two twin-size beds in there.” he said with his raised eyebrows. A smile suddenly formed on the man’s face. “Ramon Cuevas here.” the man said as they shook hands.

" The man was visibly shocked but sniggered. Tom was still heavily peering down at him like Thor the God of war. He didn't say a word either again, neither the young man, both of them staring at each other, like long enemies if not for the sliver of curiosity lined in each of their eyes. "I repeat " Tom blustered again, "who are you?" The young man still sizing Tom; this little piece of whatever in front of him, shrugged and replied, "Ramzan Raman, the chosen one. "

He is strangles me, a gun pointed directly on my temples. My pulse roars in my ears, every nerve giving off panic alarms. I look at Ramon and I see anger flicker in his eyes. For a slight second, I swear I see him flinch in fear, staring at me. Ramon climbs off the car obediently and plasters a smile. "I did what you want, gentleman... Now can you please let the lady go?" The ring leader snickers. "So now I'm a gentleman? I thought I was a boy..."

“Ryan, what’s going on?” “I know this is a lot to take in. But I need you to trust me and believe that I have my reasons. Just stay calm, and I’ll explain,” Ryan assured her, and Scarlet would only stare at him, not knowing what else to do. “Is that a dead man?” she managed to mutter, and Ryan simply chuckled. “Not at all. That man over there goes by the name H, and he’s going to help us put Henry on the hot seat,” Ryan explained with a smile, which Scarlet instantly thought was similar to Henry’s.

It was a beautiful stroll through Ramanov's pack alongside with him, he never mention the name of his pack or anything and I wasn't too intuitive either, he was the kind of man, I couldn't describe, he brings the truth to you in concession rather than not talking at all. “What is your pack called?" “Hmmm…lets call it Ramanov pack or— " and I chuckled, his sense of humour was like painkiller and I felt its impact, he was way too good to be called evil or maybe bad people weren't just bad over night.

He slumped to the floor with blood dripping from the hole that was created by the dart pin thrown straight to his brain and caused him to die in an instant. The crowd that was questioning the same judgment before all fell in silence as they looked down, avoiding even a moment of notice— they held their breath, afraid that they’d be next to meet the lord of darkness and death. “You are as impatient as ever,” upon recognizing his voice, the woman in a red cloak smirked and looked up at the tallest tree within the vicinity. There he found a man wearing a ram mask that covered most of his face except his mouth. “And you are as weird and annoying as ever, Ram. Get down here before I cut off that