It's Good To Be A Man Novels & Stories

he said. "Fine, you want me to go? I'll go then." The man got up and started to walk away. After a couple of steps, he looked back at Abigail. "Hey, pretty woman, you sure look beautiful, but you're making a bad choice. Don't just think someone's good 'cause they look nice. You've gotta see if they're really good on the inside too. Some folks might look all friendly, but who knows? They might be meanies on the inside."

I pulled back from Mama D’s hug, my eyes hard, "All men are like that, Tasha. They just hide it better until they have you in a corner." Tasha shook her head slowly, "That’s not true, and you know it. You’re starting to sound like you hate the whole world. That kind of anger... it's like drinking poison and waiting for the other person to die. It’s only going to hurt you, Gianna. It’s going to make you lonely and bitter." "She’s right, baby," Mama D added, as she rubbed my shoulder with her warm hand, "Don't let one bad man or even two make you blind to the good ones. There are men out there who don't want to own you. They want to stand beside you."

There's no need to make things difficult for him. "Maybe he isn't the bad guy." Ethan said, a bit irritated, "but that does not mean he is all that good. There are other men , like me, who are really genuinely good." "Oh really?" I drawled, folding my hands. "Yes, really. I am a good person. I just suck at making you happy. But I have some things going for me that actually count. I show up, and prove through my actions that I am actually a good guy. I'm not perfect, but I'm real. I stay even when you try to push me away."

"You're good people up there. You see someone working hard and you want to lift her — I love that about your Alphas, I do. It's the best thing in you." I let it sit. "It's also exactly the thing a certain kind of woman knows how to find. Good men are the easiest in the world to move, because they'd never think to suspect the person they're being kind to." He tilted his head a little. There — the small give. Once a man agrees with you on the easy thing, the hard thing goes down easier after. "You think there's something behind it."

Therefore, he could only sneer as he said, “A good man will not suffer from any immediate losses. You are just a piece of trash, so what would you know about all this, anyway? Don’t think that you are that great just because you know how to fight! This world is a very dark place, so you’d better be careful when you are walking alone at night.” Charlie sneered in response. “Well, I think you can only bend, but you cannot stretch now, right? So, have you been able to regain your manhood during this time?”

You're strong, you always have been. Adrian, please, consider this as my last wish if you will. Please don't waste your life away. Let others in your life- don't close yourself off from the people who love you. You'll be worrying them more than yourself. Let yourself open up to new people too. Life is too long to live alone. You're a very good man, Adrian Stone (despite your big head). You are everything any woman would want in their man and you have no idea how lucky I felt everyday knowing you were mine.

I didn't know what to say. "I'm fat. There are plenty of women prettier than me." "I don't care about looks." "But looks matter," I said. "Looks can change. Diet, exercise, plastic surgery, all of that can be arranged. But a good heart? A good heart can't be bought. A sincere heart can't be found. A heart that's willing to accept me for who I am, only you have that." "I'm not good." "You are good." "I sleep with three men at once. I'm the three of you's plaything. I..."

How magnanimous! The comment section was instantly in an uproar. [Gosh! Really?] [Timothy's letting his wife have a baby with another man?] [How pathetic!] [A live-in son-in-law is really different. He even lent out his wife!] [Hahaha! Lending out his woman to save the whole family? I'm dying of laughter!] My hands began to tremble. The phone rang again. This time, it was a notification from the family's group chat. Phillip had sent the same thing.

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.

The aura of a dominant like him really weighs on you mentally. "Now that’s a man!" Inessa whispers in my ear, rolling her eyes dreamily as we step away from the principal’s office. "So masculine, strong, dominant—ugh! I'd totally let him have me!" she giggles quietly, while I just snort in disgust. "Pff! Men like that aren’t built for commitment." "Who said anything about commitment?" my colleague raises a brow with a sly grin. "I wouldn’t mind just one ride on that stallion!"