Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

He was a tall and lean man. He was attractive with sharp features. His skin was fair and spotless. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. Trevor looked at him approaching them with just one thought in his mind 'my man is definitely the best', they could tell that he was an Alpha by the smell of his pheromones. The man seem gentle but if you looked at him more intently in his eyes, you could see a little cunning attempt in it.Trevor frowned when seeing that the man was coming closer to their table.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

They looked at the last person belonging to Mane’s entourage. In contrast to the other three, he wasn’t that good looking, but he certainly stood out. The last member of that entourage was large man with an aura that seemed to draw people close to him. But they felt that he was anything but ordinary. For although he had a jovial smile on his face, there was an air of invincibility around him that was masked by his friendly demeanor. However, it took only the truly discernable to notice this.

•A MAN OF REVENGE• A man has been wearing his sunglasses to cover his wanted face as he walk under the sun of Miami. Although he never actually cares if his face is on view, he never cares, he's free. Looking at the beach with those amused eyes of him. Watching every people passing by him, waiting for a chance to know someone who could dance with him in his insanity. He's wearing a pair of beach shorts and an unbuttoned Hawaiian polo, his head is secured from sun with a brown beach hat. Sitting at one of the stools while sipping mango juice.

sat. A man stood by the railing, overlooking the ballroom. He wasn't wearing a tuxedo like the other drones. He wore a simple, perfectly cut black suit with no tie. His hair was dark, his frame lean and powerful, and he stood with the stillness of a man who didn't need to raise his voice to be heard. "You're late, Ms. Everett," the man said. He didn't turn around, but his voice was like velvet over gravel—deep, smooth, and dangerously calm.

1 He is a bad man. The thoughts flashed through Penelope head as she watches the War Hero General parade around to the cheers of people surrounding him, she would have liked to think that she was mistaken with her quick judgement of the man but she knew she wasn't. Her father had told her to trust her instinct, he told her that it was the only thing she could trust in life and right now her instinct told her that this man in front of her was no good.

Why not with me? "Don't worry, I just wanted to show you something that would make you chuckle." I saw him take out a rectangular object that could give off light. I saw his fingers play well on the rectangle playing. "Here, look at how beautiful she is." He pointed a square object towards my eyes. I saw a human who had long hair and red lips and a large chest, different from mine and Alex's "Is he human?" "Yes, she's a woman. She's my girlfriend, named Reina."

“I don’t any need more.” This is definitely the strangest experience of my life. No one’s going to believe me, of course. I wish I could take a picture with my phone. He looks terrifyingly sexy in his charcoal black suit, his off-white shirt open with no tie, and a pair of blood-red loafers that definitely cost more than my monthly rent. He clearly has a gym-body under there too. This is a man who has a legion of others willing to obey his orders but is obviously capable of doing his own dirt if need be.

Leo Mancini. This was the first real look I’d gotten at him. He looked like he was in his late twenties, he was at least 6’2 tall. His raven hair fell neatly into place, his storm-gray eyes cold and unreadable. His rolled-up sleeves revealed dark tattoos wrapping around his forearms. He radiated power, dominance. Girls would kill for a man like him. Not me though I wanted to vomit. “Get in. We’re about to take off,” he said, his voice smooth but laced with command.

The naked flesh didn’t enter the equation. “You are a very lost puppy.” The man started with a slight tremor to his voice. Nix wanted to smack him for calling her a puppy. “Yeah, well, I have that right, this area isn’t owned by any pack,” Nix told him, looking him in the eyes. He stood a good six-foot-five, a giant of a man. Muscles on top of muscles told her that he worked out a great deal. Nix could feel his eyes on her, but she stood her ground.