Male Face Claims Novels & Stories

The man smiled in response. "You are sincere in your apology, commander and that's all I need," the man answered and turned to Sabrina. "I would also ask my lady to forgive my lord. We, male, cannot help but feel protective over our female. We may become unbearable sometimes but our intention are always pure for our beloved," the man explained to Sabrina. Sabrina gave him a nod before sneaking a glance at her man who looked puzzled. His brows were slightly furrowed and eyes narrowed in confusion.

But the moment those words left his mouth, his men on the right side drop-dead on the floor. The sound of the bullets meeting the skulls of his men shook him, he flinches back and missing his step. He fell face flat on the floor. “I don't make me repeat myself for third time, treat this as a last warning. You should know by now, I don't give empty threats. I will ask again and if you give the wrong answer….” Marco trails off, watching the man on the floor, who was rapidly shaking his head. He looked pathetic right now, a minute ago, he was tall and might.

A man like him is not the type to expect a sincere apology from. Steve notice the wired air surrounding them, his gaze moved around the place and suddenly a suspicious person came to view. He strode toward his boss with his tight black glasses on and leaned against his ears" boss, it seems we have got company" Damon's eyes move to Sandra's but his attentive gaze is behind her. A man is hiding his face behind a cap just on the other side of the park. Everything about him looks suspicious His black hoody " you know what to do," he said for Steve to nod.

"A shaky one the man said he was wearing a mask he wanted the money so fly he didn't care about his face" "Didn't he suspect some thing fishy when some one walked in with a check that big and wore a mask where is this man you speak about?" "He left the country we spoke to him over the phone he has no plans on returning anytime soon" Shit!

The first man spoke aggressively. "It's just a boy of 16 leading the mafia all alone, he is immature." Breaking a short pause the same man uttered while his eyes shined in clear anger and insult. "That fucking hot blooded bastard, he will cry blood. I will make him pay for today!"

He is just sitting comfortably while holding a magazine. "Ah.. yeah! I noticed that the power of electricity you released is stronger. Does it mean, you are now the strongest Malemyn in the whole country? Then Jevro is now second to you?" Being excited in the tone of the man's voice. And I felt even more annoyed. "Are you trying to get some information from me? If you say I'm number one, why is there no announcement from the monsters department? And please, we're not close for you to act comfortable while talking to me." It's not that I'm arrogant, I just hate talking too much.

I approached a couple who were together to ask. "Miss, Mister! Excuse me. Have you seen a man wearing a white shirt and shorts with holes? He is white, has a piercing nose, has a killer smile, and..." Tact! He has all the characteristics of a handsome man. How can I explain his face, I can't say that that man is handsome. Ts "It's just that he's tall and he's English." I continued to describe it to Clive. fuck that boy! He said that he would not go far. Skin!

The male voice said. I raised my head and was suddenly aware that I was holding on to a man’s dick, which had grown harder. I hastily let go, apologizing, “I’m sorry” My cheeks were hot from the embarrassment, and my hands felt heavy. I finally took a good look at the man and was in shock. His face was covered with a black mask, but from the outline of his jawline, I could tell that he was very handsome. He snorted coldly and walked away.

“Caleb will present the details.” Caleb claps his hands once, the noise sharp and loud. “Alright,” he says, grinning like this is entertainment instead of what it actually is. “Let’s get this party started.” The screen changes and a face appears. A male, probably in his mid-forties, dressed in a clean-cut, expensive suit with a large, friendly smile on his face fills the screen. He’s the kind of man that most people would describe as friendly and approachable. The kind of man that people trust.

London, “So, do you have any information?” Andrea asked a man who had a mask on his face. “Ma’am, I’ll lose my job. Please don’t do this!!” The man pleaded. “You have taken money from me. Don’t you dare try to cross me,” She said, her cold eyes glaring at the man. “Look ma’am, I only heard a small conversation of your father and I don’t know if it will help you?” He said, and Andrea was getting impatient. “If I knew this will turn out dangerous, I wouldn’t have taken the money.”