Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

Always act in a way that your face is never worth remembering. “Alright, well give me a shout if you need anything.” The man walks by and I glance towards the door. Where is he? I'm on edge, there’s no contact for weeks prior to locking in on a target. Why is he even in this city? The door opens after a while, and a man nothing out of the ordinary enters. He’s wearing a cotton jacket over loose pants and a white shirt, a cap on his head and normal boots that any middle-aged man would wear.

I couldn’t even focus on what he was saying. When his screaming fit was over, Victor spun around and marched back to the door. “Get in here and watch her,” he sneered at someone. A big, burly man stepped in. His head was shaved bald, and he had a beard. His chest was twice as wide as any other man I’d seen, and he was as tall as Victor, but he wore his height well. After Victor disappeared and the lock turned, my new guard leaned against the wall and folded his arms. I was scared he would try something, too. I could try to put up a fight, but this guy was about four times as big as Victor, and he would do as much damage.

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

Win or lose. She glanced sidewise toward the wings and saw that Gary still had Caleb glued to his side. "I have a brand new tune for you," she began, "one the band hasn't even heard." She glanced back at them. "Sorry, guys." Jack did a little riff on the drums. "Sometimes in life you are lucky enough to meet the one right person, the one you know you were meant for and will love together. I've been fortunate enough to meet that person and this song is for him. I call it Man of my Heart."

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

Rewind to 6 months ago. I had just come into the security suite from my shift and was waiting in line to gun down. Then I felt something strong like a dominating presence fill the room. I have a pretty big personality and presence of my own so this is a feeling I am not used to feeling. I look around to find out who was giving off such a dominant vibe. Then I saw him, 6 feet tall, iron clad in his security uniform hugging every beautiful muscle on his body. My eyes traveled up his body, he had a strong chest, and broad shoulders. His uniform shirt sleeves stretched tightly over his biceps that screamed to be touched. My mouth watered as my eyes continued to devour the man standing not 10 fee

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

Her hands trembled as she reached for her phone and called her assistant, Melanie. “Leah?” Melanie’s voice crackled with surprise, her tone laced with concern. “Is everything okay, Ms. Grant?” Leah’s throat tightened as she fought back the tears. “Yeah, I’m fine. Can you send the driver to pick me up? I think my marriage is just over.” “Over?” Melanie asked, surprised. “What happened? Did he cheat on you?!” Her voice suddenly hardened. “No,” Leah’s chest tightened at the thought, but she shook her head, her voice soft but full of pain, “He just wanted someone better.”

Why the hell there were so many channels when they failed to telecast something good? I kept cursing the channels under my breath until I heard someone clearing his throat behind me. It was so sudden that I almost jumped at my place. I was totally engrossed in cursing the television channels that I forgot my surroundings. Manik was standing near the stair stuffing his hands in his pocket with his famous smirk adorning his face. I seriously want to know how he manages to get this deadly smirk. It was enough to make anyone beg for him. Any girl would fall for his charm even when they won’t know who he really was. But unfortunately not everyone is lucky enough to have a glance of his smirk or h