Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

"Winston Montrose! If you've got the guts to steal someone else's wife, then come out here and face me!" The noise drew the neighbors out. I could see heads pop out from doorways as they gathered to watch the scene unfold. Irene's face flushed red in an instant. Winston slowly opened the door, keeping his head down. He only dared to show half his body as if he were afraid. "Keith… don't misunderstand. The child's really sick. I lack experience, so I don't know how to take care of him properly. Irene's the only one we can rely on."

She did not care who it was, nothing and no one was about to save this man today. "Young lady, you sure are heavy-handed with that whip of yours. I realized that my Leroy's Pavilion has offended a great opponent today, one that we have no business being enemies with. How about you take what you have come here for and leave this place, I will not even consider the damage done or the lives lost," The man used a handkerchief to wipe the blood from his bleeding hand while speaking in a calm tone. The man wore a blue button-down shirt and some black pants, his unkempt blue hair and beard made him look homeless, but the kingly aura drifting off him had nobody thinking something so foolish.

Alex can't help but stare at the man sleeping in front of her. He looks very gentle when he is asleep. She must admit that this guy is not that bad when it comes to his looks. In fact, many girls would fall for him because of his height and his body, not to mention his small face and pink lips.

Maximo urges me to sniff him. I do not have to. He is close enough to let the clean smell coming off him in waves reach me. Musky, earthy, strong. Snap out of it! “Maybe that is why you are unmated,” the man says. “Foul mouths are not appreciated on a female.” “And I guess that lovely attitude got you a ton of takers, right?” A flash of emotion passes through his otherwise emotionless face but he goes back to looking like a rigid stone statue in seconds.

"Heh. Other than bullying and threatening a nobody like me with no connections, do you have the guts to confront the other man Cora brought into your life?" "What do you mean? Who is this man you're talking about?" "If you're so great, why don't you find out for yourself?"

He lifted a torn scrap of velvet deep blue, embroidered with the Ashford crest. “Find him,” the officer ordered. “And bring me the Englishman alive.”

“Stand down, we're not alone, stay inside until I give the all clear.” “Boss.” I looked around and scanned the surroundings. “So you're alive I thought the Russian prick was lying. I can see clearly he wasn't.” A male six feet tall came walking towards us alone; he was either brave or stupid. “Let me introduce myself. Orian Miller. Better known as O.” I cranked my gun. “You made us lose our women.” “You did that all by yourself, Green. You should've been aware that it was a set up, but you were to dumb and drunk to realise that you'd been played. NowI'm here to get what belongs to me.”

And I had seen right in his reaction which does not take long to show itself. "We're not going to talk about it again Martine! Leave this young man alone. Poverty does not define a man. But rich people have vices and very bad ones by the way. No need to remind you of your origins, do you? -not?! Besides, as soon as I have signed this contract with the Canadian company, I intend to promote Dinam because he fully deserves it given his hard work within the company."

I couldn't help but feel the sting of being alone. "Are you here by yourself, too?" asked the woman beside me. Before I could respond, she continued, "My husband's on a business trip and couldn't make it. But he promised to make it up to me with a Hermès bag when he gets back." She flicked her long hair over her shoulder, and I saw her profile. Her words might've sounded like complaining, but the smile on her face said otherwise. She went on and on about how great her husband was to her while I listened in silence. When she mentioned her husband was the CEO of a pharmaceutical company—Rupert Hensley—I froze.

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 who is 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.