Man Books Novels & Stories

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

"In my darkest hour you came to me Lending me your strength You held me up and protected me from harm. When worries plagued me and troubles followed I found safety in your arms. You could have been the man of my heart. When life came rushing fast at me You held me safe in the dark You gave me all you had and then gave me more. In the darkness of night Your love surrounded me And sheltered me at its core. Were you the man of my heart? We've faced troubles together And celebrated joy Your love surrounded me at night Without you I'd be cast adrift You're the one who gives me light. You're the man of my heart. Yes, forever, that's how long it will last Forever and a day You brighten my life and

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.

The Mane clan was in trouble, and not the type that could go away easily with a bribe or a threat. It was the type that threatened his existence as the leader of the White Wolf Clan. Alpha Mane had made horrible business decisions over the last decade, resting on his laurels and assuming power. He didn't stop there, though. He went on to mix funds meant for the pack’s welfare with the company's operational funds.

A fist, landing hard against flesh. Mia flinched. “Try that again,” the other man said. His voice was smoother. Almost calm. That made it worse. They weren’t panicking. They weren’t worried about being caught. They owned this space. The man on the floor—Elias—spat blood. “I don’t know… I swear…” “You were the last to touch the crates,” the first man barked. “Now two are missing.” The calm one stepped forward. His boots clicked against the floor—measured, confident. “You think we’re asking just to hear your voice tremble, Elias?”

My gaze slowly lifted toward him. My jaw nearly dropped open when I saw the man holding a gun. He wore a red long-sleeved polo with the upper buttons left undone, exposing the tattoos crawling across his neck and chest. Even his arms were covered in ink because he had rolled his sleeves up to his elbows. His hair was cut clean and short, almost military-style. I still couldn’t fully see his face in the dim light, but his presence alone was overwhelming. “So there are no more women here willing to get paid to touch you, huh? That’s why you’re forcing yourself on someone now?” the man with the gun asked coldly.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

A steady, authoritative voice came through. "Mr. Thorne?" "Shark Vanguard," I said, my tone flat and emotionless, "clear Crescent Bay. Now."