Male Face Claims Novels & Stories

“Just some nice shoulders.” I laugh. “Now who is the bad liar? It is fine because most males would have taken full advantage of the view.” He finally locks eyes with me. He is trying very hard to focus on my eyes. His cheeks are flushed. “Yeah, but I am not most guys.” “Maybe, but I know that you looked.” “Fine. Yes, I looked a little. I am a guy who has been alone for a long time.” “Only a little?” I tease.

When he spoke, his voice sounded odd, more like there was a small speaker that was attached into their masks, distorting every of their words. “Where is the money,” Another one asked. I remained mute for a second gathering my thoughts. “Don't play dumb with us.. where is the bloody money,” the last one blustered out, as he put his hands into his pocket. These guys have no chills.. I have to speak before the got my head blow out. “How am l sure you are telling the truth,” l spoke, my voice sharp and serious. One of them reached out for their phone and pointed it right at my face. “Isn't this you and your lover boy,” he mocked.

I threatened him and saved the video that contains his nudity, gays will feast on this video because just like me, the fucker also has a look, he has a muscular body which he shaped inside the gym and he also has a huge junk even if he's not fully erect yet. "The hell, do you think I'm afraid of you faggot? I will sue you if my nude photo ever appears in the media, you don't know me and my family." The man said loudly but I just raised an eyebrow at him. "Yeah! Who are you? Which prominent family do you belong to?" I ask him smirking.

“Or do you believe she’s telling the truth?” Liam’s eyes found the nearest camera, and for the first time, he addressed not just the reporters but everyone watching. His posture straightened, his confidence as unshakeable as ever. “Let me be clear,” he said, his voice smooth but serious, “the allegations against me are a complete lie. I would never harm or force myself on anyone. Anyone who truly knows me knows that.”

He even had the gaul to copy his hairstyle and wore the same glasses just to prove that he was the guy in the picture whom Sandra was kissing. "Fucking ridiculous!" He hissed. He took a sharp intake of breath then glared at his phone, as if it was the one who was at fault as to why he suddenly felt like that. Gritting his teeth, he shouted. “Fvck history! Fvck what ifs! Fvck media! Fvck you Jay Kim! And fvck all of the people's opinions! I didn't stepped out of my comfort zone and revealed my identity to be treated like this! I'm gonna claim what's mine!”

But fuck it, Marcelo was the worst. "Says the man that came to me to help figure out his sexuality." I scoffed, rolling my eyes. Misinterpreting my words wasn't even my issue, but him calling himself straight was a damn good joke. "Seriously, that's not what I'm here for." He sighed, rubbing his forehead. "I'm not here to figure out my sexuality or shit. I'm fucking straight, man. No argument on that." "Then what the fuck do you want, Mr. Marino?" I barked at him, I had already gone through so much shit this night that I didn't want to add him to the list of my problems.

“Like that time, he didn’t go all the way, because I was drunk.” Eleanor whistled. “Woah. Are all older men like that? His self-control is so good. That’s two times now.” “You sound way too happy about this. I'm in hot shit, Eleanor.” She smiled innocently. “Am I?” I lifted my head and exhaled. “The security guy saw my face. Rumors are already spreading. I can’t go to work with my real face or everyone will know I was the one who came to see the CEO at night.”

His voice was shaky. “You don’t know me?” The man laughed darkly. “I thought I was supposed to be famous in this god-forsaken town.” He scoffed, running his hand through his hair and staining it with blood at the same time. “Does the name Malek ring a bell?”

"The story's out there. The best we can do is control the narrative. I'll call an emergency press conference, claim it's a hoax, threaten lawsuits—" "Or," a new voice said from the doorway, "you could tell the truth." I turned to see a man in an expensive suit, his presence commanding despite his understated appearance. Something about him made my skin prickle with recognition I couldn't place. "Who are you?" Kael demanded.

The blood dripped from his hands, and forehead, I stood rooted in my spot, my lips slightly parted. “Jay…” I was cut off by the thudding of a body against the floor, as the man before us collapsed to the ground. A shrill shriek escaped my throat, as chills went down my spine. Jay crouched beside him, and reached for his pulse, he gave me a nod, and I let out a sigh. “There's nothing to worry about Sunesis, this is my cousin, and he probably ran into trouble with the guys at the alley.. But he'll be fine,”