Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

“Bren, why are we seeing a doctor in this oversized dumpster in the middle of nowhere?” A man materialized from the car. His fully-decked suit did nothing to hide his well-toned muscles, but it was his godlike features that attracted other people’s eyes. Everything about him was magnetic. Just one look from him, and anyone’s heart would thump.

The man says in English this time, wearing a seductive smirk as he gives me a quick once over. I return the favor, letting my eyes run down his body and taking note of how he looks a little like Dominique. This man has dark brown hair, and blue eyes, not as blue as Dominique’s, his face is perfectly shaped, and his skin is obviously kissed by the sun. He’s tall, he stands at least 6 feet, almost the same height as Dominique. Long story short, he’s an attractive man, maybe a party boy, and a playboy. He’s wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt that’s not too tight or too loose matched with a pair of dark jeans. Through the thick material of his shirt, you can tell he works out a lot. He has a b

Stretched his back, rolled his neck. I watched him in silence. He wasn’t like the others. No heavy boots or barked orders. No slap of a rifle against his thigh. Just a man in worn-out jeans and a hoodie, trying to look smaller than he was. Annoyingly, it worked. “You got anything you need?” he asked after a moment. “Blanket, book, music?” “I need out.” He smiled faintly. “Can’t help you there. But the other stuff? I can try.”

A man named The Specter walks into the hotel behind Donald, Donald sees that he is a black man from the camp. Donald followed him to see where he was going. The Specter was Black-Skinned, literally Jet Black Skinned, Like, Crayon Jet Black-skinned. Like... His skin was literally BLACK. Donald could tell him from a mile away. Donald asks "Spec?"😨 The Specter looks at Donald saying "I'm busy. Go home."😒 He had work to do assigned by the camp. The Specter met Shooting Starset at the hotel as he was supposed to. She was in a Two-Room Hotel room.

One thing was clear: this man was dangerous, not just because of his strength or his commanding presence, but because he had a way of stirring something deep within me—something I wasn’t sure I was ready to face. He returned moments later, a small box clutched in his hand. His expression was dark, unreadable, as his eyes locked onto mine. I straightened up instinctively, my back pressing against the sofa as he approached. The air between us felt heavy, charged with an unspoken tension that made my heart race.

They grab whatever they can, knocking things over, breaking shelves, stealing anything that looks valuable. I stand frozen, my heart pounding in my chest. I want to scream, to fight back, but I know better. No one fights the Dogs of Hell and wins. And then, he walks in. Daniel. The first time I see him in person, everything changes. Everyone knows who he is. The Demon of Hell’s Kitchen. The most feared man in New York. He controls everything— the streets, the businesses, even the police. His name alone is enough to make grown men shake with fear.

"The crush Olivia wrote in her book must be me!" "Dream on! Blonde hair, blue eyes, tall, and strong. She must be describing me!" I stood at the door. The joy and anticipation of meeting my friends again were now reduced to nothing. On the other end of the line, Ryder heard every single word coming from the three of them, but he remained silent. "You can pick someone else. I only trained them so that one of them could become your mate," said Ryder.

Howard offered a cigarette to the man as he asked. "Not a soul," the man replied, accepting the cigarette. "No one's come to see him in all this time, and he's never left either." Howard took a drag from his cigarette and asked, "He looked pretty tough earlier. Does he practice martial arts or something?" "I wouldn't know about that. He's just a strong guy, as far as I can tell," the man said, shaking his head. Sensing something, the man eyed Howard and his companions warily before asking, "And who might you be? Why the interest in Mr. Johnsrud?"

"Honey, don't misunderstand. I only just found out that Daniel brought Zion back to the country. We happened to run into him, so we stopped by the kindergarten to register. You…" "I understand," I interrupted, turning with Teddy. Daniel, however, called after us with casual confidence, smiling brightly. "Leo, long time no see." He pulled the boy sitting nearby forward, introducing him to my son. "Teddy, this is Zion. Say hi. You could be friends." Zion leaned in, staring at Teddy's eye with disgust. "Daddy… his eye is fake. Gross." Teddy went pale and shrank behind me, ashamed. Rage coursed through me.

Sorry, sorry. "Hello, I'm Charlotte." I neared the man and forwarded my hand for a polite handshake, when he stood up, I took a step back and stared up at him. Damn he was huge. I stared up at him not daring to stare in his eyes. I'm that awkward person that instantly gets shy around new people and I hate it. I hate how my heart is beating so fast right now like I'm about to get a fucking heart attack, I also hate the fact that I'm sure my cheeks are pink. I have a pale skin and I hate it!