Man Without Ties Novels & Stories

"I've finally found my true self today. My name is Claude Manning, and this new life of mine has only just begun." Applause surged again like a tidal wave after my speech. At that moment, the gloom that had weighed down on my heart for five years completely dissipated. After the awards ceremony, I walked backstage with the trophy in my hands. However, a figure stopped me at a quiet corner of the players' tunnel. It was Ian. He'd already taken off his protective headgear and changed into casual clothing. His face was pale, and his eyes were filled with weariness. The once spirited captain of the Yorkson Bears looked utterly disheveled now.

Man! As I returned, the stranger had on a black suit, but with no tie on. He struggles to put them on. How can a man not be able to knot a tie? Silly! “Here, let me”, he turned to face me. I helped knot the tie around his neck, his eyes fixed on me once more. “What?” “You look a mess without makeup, I'm sure your new boss won't be happy to see you in such untidiness”, excuse me, rude. How can he speak to a girl like that? He has no manners.

"I made the decision to spend some time out of town. to clear my head, as you know. That evening I visited a bar. Though it was not my regular scene, I wanted to briefly forget everything. Isabella leaned forward, her interest aroused. "Go on." Flash back The packed dimly lit bar had the murmur of chatter merging with the bass-heavy music. Sharon sat at the counter sipping her drink; the weight of her recent heartbreak hurt her heart. From next to her, a deep voice questioned, "Rough day?" She turned to find a man with a confident smile and sharp blue eyes. He was naturally handsome. his well-fitting suit suggested authority and riches.

Breaking my hold, he made a move back in the seat and started undoing the buttons on his shirt, shedding it before moving to his the zipper on his pants. "Kind of hard to do it dressed, Levi," he said when I hadn't started taking off my own clothes yet. I had been too enthralled with watching him, the way he moved so easily and comfortably. I had seen my fair share of naked women in my life, some I wanted to bleach from my memory, but then there was Conan, that possessed something otherworldly about his physical self. No one could make me feel the way he did when he was nude before me, giving and vulnerable.

I sneered. He let out a piercing scream and collapsed on the ground, trembling uncontrollably. Through the pain, he still tried to explain himself. "Uncle Jeremiah has stayed away from women for over 30 years. And everyone knows he's infertile because of his condition. I just didn't think he'd marry you and even have a child with you." "And that's your excuse for killing my child? I begged you to make one phone call to confirm it. You refused and even smashed my phone," I retorted.

He didn’t even take his time to catch his breath at first and instantly went to business. Struggling to keep his limbs together, from behind, Manuel aggressively untied the man’s necktie in his suit, almost choking him to death. He used that cloth to bind his limbs together. Then, Manuel stood on his feet and forcefully had his body face up to him, reflecting the moon’s light onto his pale skin.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

Men who’d been bold during his absence were suddenly cautious, the bravado leaking from them like sweat in the sun. Link stood before the mirror in his penthouse, fastening the last button of his black dress shirt. He wore no tie, no unnecessary pretense. Just sleek, tailored power stitched into every seam. His reflection stared back—the grey of his eyes darker, sharper, the face of a man who had seen blood and beauty, and claimed them both.

Ethan The mission entrusted to me was more than a success. That day, when Dinam's pot of glue left the company's premises, I went to the bar at the end of my day at work to celebrate it in due form. Once I had eaten and drunk well with my friends, I returned at night to continue the party in my apartment with two beautiful girls that I caught at the bar. I spent the night between their arms, not to say between their legs. Deleting Dinam from the company was really a big victory for me. I wanted him to feel humiliated, to come down from his pedestal and find himself on the ground, where his true place is. He should never have joined our environment, and he will never have another chance to fi