Might Guy Talking Novels & Stories

Man raises an eyebrow at his brother. "Type you should eat something." "I don't feel too great still. I'm not hungry." Man approaches Type and looks at him. "You want Bright to see if he can help you out? You need to eat." "The feeling will pass Man I'll be fine." He takes a bite of his sandwich and drinks his water, going to the living room to talk to Michael. Man and Jace share a look and shrug, heading back to the living room after him. Man sits down on the couch and Type sits on his thighs, still talking to Michael about him teaching him to cook like before.

I gulped down the whole water in the glass and I breathed in relief. Damn!! That lady's backside is out of this world. And she's fucking curvy. God! What am I even thinking? "Why did you choke, Michael?" Maya asked me. "Nothing." I simply replied. "Guys watch this." James said, showing us a video on his phone. The video was trending on the internet. It was the video of the lady who just interviewed, and she was exchanging words with a guy. "Wow!!!!" James and Maya exclaimed at the same time as we watched as the lady smashed a guy on the ground.

Probably a waste of time and money, but she wouldn't have given me all that medical advice just to impress. The tall and brown-haired guy on the stairs halts my hurried steps. Black joggers and trainers make him look like he just got out of the gym. My cousin slouches on the third step, alone and leaning his lower back against the wall. Black earphones cover his ears. A scowl creases his dark brows and forehead. I smirk at the businesslike tone and posh Brit accent spilling through his gravelly voice. No idea who's on the other line and pissing him off this early, but their conversation sounds important.

Two men are talking with each other at a bar and that the two men beat her yesterday. "Hey coward, want to see something interesting?" "You bet!" He starts to show him a video that catches none but one of JK's guards attention. When a waitress is about to reach them, he stops her. "Do you need anything, sir?" "Yeah, actually that phone over there." She frowns at him. After giving her a $100 note in her hand, he lifts his eyebrow. He smiles when she accepts his money.

Have I made myself look crazy? “Um” I trailed off. Silence spun between us until Pretty Boy broke it with a deep chuckle. “I jest. I am here about vampires, of course” I raised an eyebrow; this guy is awfully casual...arrogant even. “Oh, of course!” I answered, sarcastically. I crossed my arms and lent against the doorframe. “A very common topic of conversation.” He just smiled at me, as if amused. He can’t really be this insufferable?

he bowed, walking out of the room. The man smiled, “he doesn’t talk much, does he? I mean he broods a lot… how do you…” “We aren’t going to be doing any psychoanalysis on my people,” I hissed, cutting him off. For some reason, he was chatting, far more chatty for a man who claims to be mysterious. “Ryan, can you give us a minute?” I spoke. Ryan glared, he was bound to object, “You don’t think that I would let you stay in here with him after…”

Grant. Wearing nothing but compression shorts and a cocky-ass grin. Shirtless. Chest gleaming with sweat. Arms flexed. Hair damp and messy. He looked like a fucking ad. Like someone dropped a Calvin Klein model in the middle of our locker room. “What the hell do you want?” Malik snapped, stepping in front of me. “I came to say hi,” Mason said casually. “Didn’t get to catch up after the game.” “We’re not in the mood,” Liam growled.

Rebel even talks like a normal person sometimes now. I’m moving in synch with Mark again when my eyes catch a complete lack of movement on the perimeter of the dance floor. Everyone else is bumping, grinding, and swaying to the beat, except for this one guy. Blonde hair, dark expression, thin but muscular build … shit. It’s Mick.

" Oh! Hahaha! Very funny! But for your information, it isn't any of that. " " You sure? I was really doubling down on impersonating a palace guard. " " Ok I did do that but I'm not being charged for it. " " * Laughs* I knew it." I laughed. Manor just kept silent as he drains down another mug. " * Sigh* Looks like we are down to the finale question of the day." " Which is?" " A drinking partner or a listening one?" " I'd rather have a talking one that has a one-sided conversation."

Theo takes my hand and leads me to the side of the house I haven't explored yet. On the left side of the ground floor, a huge room appears which is full of sweaty shirtless men. I don't understand the secret behind men not wearing a shirt. Each one of them is busy doing one thing or another. A couple of them are doing combat, others lifting weights, and damn those muscles. I spot carl relentlessly hitting one of the punching bags, Sam is standing on the other side of him and from the looks of it, my man is angry. What did Rico tell him?