It's Good To Be A Man Novels & Stories

The sound of the pedestrian bridge marking was active, provoking a brief smile from the tall, long-legged man. Jay has the perfect proportions that male models who grace magazine covers usually have the ‘Men of The Year’ title. Unfortunately, he believes everything that flashes is annoying, such as the blinkers. One of the reasons Jay thinks his choice to do activities under the sun is the right thing, even if it's against the rules.

Jolene tries to make her feel better, “You know what they say about bad boys, right?” Tonya eagerly shouts, “Run, girl run!” Jolene rolls over and laughs, “No!” She is gasping for air while she continues, “A real bad boy makes a real good man!” Tonya sighs, “Great so he will be horrible but there’s hope for our son!” Jolene laughs even harder as she tries to explain herself, “No, what I’m saying is the bad boys often turn into really good men.” Tonya isn’t thrilled, “That’s rubbish and this isn’t funny!”

"Mommy, the man. Is he a good person or a bad person?" Treas's question was simple. I understood exactly who he was referring to. I didn't know why Treas still remembered; perhaps the man had left too deep an impression on him. I smiled at my son and replied. "What do you think. Is he good or bad?" Treas held up his chubby little hands and gestured for a moment, then sucked on his tiny index finger to answer me. "Treas, Treas, the man, the man is a good person."

Still, it didn't help the way I was feeling about things. “Mom, you know how that works, right?” I said. “What do you mean?” Mom asked. “Those are the three attributes that men can have,” I explained. “There's nice men, wealthy men, and handsome men. The only catch is, no man can be all three. The most you can get is two of those attributes.” Mom chuckled. “So, if he's nice and he's wealthy, then he won't be handsome?” “That's right,” I said. “And if he's nice and handsome, then you know he'll be broke.”

“You care about her. Deeply.” I held his gaze as I chewed the inside of my cheek. “You’re a good man, Axel. If she thinks you aren’t good enough for her, then she’s the one not good enough for you.” I chuckled. “I’m a good man? Look at us.” I raised my glass and gestured to the room. “We push drugs on the streets and kill anyone who stands in our way. Not exactly upstanding citizens.” “A good man isn’t defined by how he earns his money,” he said simply. “He’s defined by his honesty and his integrity. You have both of those, Axel. Anyone who says otherwise obviously doesn’t know you. Fuck Dante. And fuck her too.”

"Y-Yes, but we just slept beside each other. Nothing happened." "Is he even a real man? No offense with you, but I mean, a man couldn't stand doing nothing or any move when he's already lying on bed beside a woman. Especially a beautiful woman, so how come that nothing ever happened between the two of you?" "Being a real man doesn't mean you have to have sex with every single woman you'll sleep with. It doesn't really makes you a real man just because you were able to date so many girls. A real man knows his limitation, knows how to respect a woman, and knows how to refuse temptations."

He had to go home, if only to discover more about what was happening. “And it isn’t ‘nice guys’ that finish last,” Father continued. “It’s weak men who do so. Men who hang in the back and wait for the woman to slink to them. Who are too scared to go for what they want. Who are too lazy to figure out how to get it. You’ve all been brainwashed to assume that being a submissive to a woman’s ever-shifting wants is somehow being a ‘good guy.’ No, it’s being weak.”

She's looking for a new book to buy. "Sorry, miss. I didn't mean to-" "Look where you're going, dumbass! Damn poor people! No brains, no manners, and definitely no bath!" She said, insulting the guy. "Hey, that's enough. He said sorry already. You don't have to be rude." A woman passing by stopped in front of them and spoke for the guy. "Yeah, right. Keep walking. You're going to be late for your awful, low-paying job." Ava responded full of confidence.

The two of them were stunned, then looked like "really" Big Man said indignantly, "I thought there was something wrong with that new Bonnie, she looks exactly like the old you." "Yeah, Alpha is taking special care of her, too." Madman added. "It's true that Alpha likes this type of girl. He has a new love and forgets the old one. I can't imagine he's such a jerk too. Hm, no man is good!" Madman and I looked over in confusion. Big Man realized that he had lost his tongue and corrected himself, "I mean, no man other than me and Madman is a good person."

I'm not planning to ask it back. When you love a woman, like you really love her, then you change as a man. Loving her changes something in your core and heart. You become a better man. You become a better man because you want to give her more and more like she deserves a person like you. Love changes you without demanding a change. 'Real men don't change for a woman' is such a stupid thought. If love hits you, it will rip your skin and shake your soul. When love is true, it makes us better men.