Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

“What??” “This man is a bomb, just look at him, isn’t he perfect…mafia and CEO or not but his face alone is enough to make me horny all day and night.” That girl was in a world of her own. Her shameless talk made other girl uncomfortable but even they couldn’t refuse the godliness of this man.

Drugѕ or nоt, the longstanding bоnd between us is dеереr thаn anyone wіll еvеr undеrѕtаnd. Jеѕѕuр is wearing an еxреnѕіvе ріn-ѕtrіре ѕuіt. Thе man is rерulѕіvе. Hе’ѕ асtіng as іf іt’ѕ nоthіng tо discover hіѕ niece working the ѕtrееtѕ. It’s ludicrous tо think hе’ѕ bееn party to thіѕ, but it’s undеnіаblе nоw.

Drugѕ or nоt, the longstanding bоnd between us is dеереr thаn anyone wіll еvеr undеrѕtаnd. Jеѕѕuр is wearing an еxреnѕіvе ріn-ѕtrіре ѕuіt. Thе man is rерulѕіvе. Hе’ѕ асtіng as іf іt’ѕ nоthіng tо discover hіѕ niece working the ѕtrееtѕ. It’s ludicrous tо think hе’ѕ bееn party to thіѕ, but it’s undеnіаblе nоw.

Fear crawls through me, and I shudder in the chilly air. “Please,” the man on his knees sobs, running his hands over his jaw. He forces a shaky smile, revealing his gums. “Let’s talk about this. We can figure it out, right?” The large man doesn’t move. He lifts his chin, revealing his strong jawline. Even in the dim light, he looks strikingly handsome. With a swift motion, he reaches deep into his suit pocket. Around his wrist are glossy prayer beads. “No,” he says in a deep voice. “We can’t.”

I snapped. “You think I can just waltz into her life, pull levers, and walk away untouched? She's not just a pawn.” “That’s not your concern,” the man said coldly. “Our employer doesn’t like unpredictability.” “Well, he hired the wrong man then.” For a moment, the air thickened with tension. One of the men behind the SUV subtly reached inside his coat. I noticed, my gaze flickering, but I didn’t flinch. I just chuckled.

I looked around and saw about ten men all dressed in black suits, wearing earpieces, sunglasses, and from the outline under their suit jackets they were armed. Suddenly, a man appeared before me. From the looks of it, he was probably in his early twenties.He was very attractive with disheveled brown hair with blonde high-lights and broad shoulders that flexed through his white business shirt, where he had left two top buttons unbuttoned, revealing a hint of a tattoo on his chest. He was also wearing sun glasses but not the same suits as the others. His was Armani and something in his walk told me that he was important. He walked by me, looked at me from head to toe, then smiled a menacing sm

My head tilts back slightly, and I drop the shirt to my feet. The door opens to reveal a tall man, with a similar look to Colton. Only I can tell he’s a bit older, and Colton has a black beard. The man is good-looking though, I guess it runs in the family. He is the embodiment of the rugged cowboy, a man who commands attention without saying a word. His broad shoulders and muscular frame hint at a life of hard work under the sun, while his stance exudes quiet confidence. His face is striking, with a chiseled jawline and just a touch of scruff that adds to his rugged charm. Piercing eyes, intense and calculating, seem to hold a thousand untold stories. His expression is serious, almost broodi

He could see her listening, her arms folded defensively across her chest, but she wasn't stopping him. "My favorite thing in the world," he continued, his voice softening, "is the quiet hour after I get home from work, when I put on a record, not to be cool, but because the crackle feels real, and I just… exist. No pretense. My deepest, most shameful fear isn’t heights or spiders. It’s that I am profoundly, terminally ordinary. And I thought that if I could just be someone else, someone exciting, someone worthy of a woman like you, for a little while, maybe I could escape that."

“She doesn’t look predictable.” Matteo’s gaze doesn’t leave him. “She’s not part of the discussion.” “Everyone’s part of the discussion,” the man replies. “Some people just don’t know it yet.” Matteo leans in slightly. Not threatening. Not loud. “You’re done here,” he says. “Tonight.” The man lifts his hands in mock surrender. “Of course. No offence intended.” “Rarely is,” Matteo replies. The man turns to me before leaving. “Enjoy your shift,” he says. “We’ll talk again.”

And maybe the girl is also filling out the form Jennie gave. Stev. The man continued walking upright with a straight forward gaze. The man's two hands are tucked into the pants. Make Stev's cool and cool aura look perfectly. "My game," Stev replied at last. The man opened his mouth after long locking his skin tightly. "Am I still not enough to satisfy you, Stev?" Jennie asked sadly. The girl understood, she understood very well that Stev wouldn't be enough with just one or two women. The man is like someone who likes to put his belongings here and there in women's. Even though Jennie knew it clearly, the woman still felt sad. She hoped that Stev would only be hers. But Stev was still Stev, t