Might Guy Talking Novels & Stories

Wilson in their graves. He is not even engaging so much to socialize with friends of the same gender to avoid spending money and time unnecessarily as might demand of him once in a while or more than he could manage. “Nah, I am sure he is already worried about what to do next in this situation we are facing,” Mike answered defeatedly. “Do you wanna talk about it?” Justin clinked bottles with Mike before having a swig of his beer. Mike also chugged on his beer as much as he could and then groaned before he started to take the chance to unload his heart’s burden through sharing.

How can I live without you? "Hey, boy! Don't give up too easily. Turn around." A deep voice with a thick Italian accent interrupted my thoughts. When I turned to look it was a big fat man in a black suit leaning on his red car. Two guys were on either side of him, their guns clearly showing in the side of their waist. “I told you to call me if Ricardo Sanguin bothered you, but you were too high and mighty, huh? Why are you planning to jump off the bridge now?”

I say as I lower my voice to sound like a guy, "calling someone psycho is lame, man. The dude's got issues, sure, but he's no psycho." Colt tries to contain his laughter at my attempt to sound like a dude. The guy continues looking at me like I'm the strangest person in the world. "Whatever. Look, I don't know what business you got with Beckham, but take my advice. He's not worth it." "You sure he's in there?" Ethan asks. The guy shrugs. "There's nothing fun to do in this fucking school." He walks away, joining the other guys. "Alessandro would open the door if he heard our voices," I say.

The poor guy was sweating bullets trying to keep the conversation alive, speaking at a speed that made me wonder if he inhaled helium before coming here. "S-so w-where do you work or uh used to work....or like what do you do-like for fun...do you like movies... I-i like movies and I'm talking too much, aren't I?" I laughed, setting down my milkshake. "Breathe, Bob. I promise I don’t bite. Unless you’re into that."

All eyes were on the guy, waiting impatiently for him to speak. The man finally broke, his voice cracking as he whispered, “You don’t understand, if I talk, I will be in deep shit.” “Oh, and you think if you don't talk I will leave you walking freely.” Alex snapped, angrily. “I was only doing my job. I was just to report my observation, that's all.” That instant the guy’s phone buzzed in his pocket.

"Walk out now, or crawl out later." "You hear that?" The man laughs, grabbing a pool cue. "Old man thinks he can take us." Connell steps up beside me, rolling his shoulders. "Three against three seems fair to me." "Four actually." A fourth guy, that goes by Emerald, I believe, emerges from the bathroom, brass knuckles glinting. "Math was never my strong suit," Miles mutters, but I catch the way his hands curl into fists. I walk up to the asshole. Towering over the little leprechaun looking fuck, despite him trying his best to look intimidating.

I said firmly, leaving no room for argument. No answer. I turned around to see him talking to two girls. He was putting his arm out in front of him and they were touching his biceps. "No, ladies, I'm not on steroids. These guns are the real deal, baby" He said smugly, flexing his arm muscles. The girls giggled and carried on touching his arm, making me roll my eyes. He didn't listen to a word I'd said I walked away from the weird scene and made my way to the lunch hall.

Trust me to be dramatic. "Talk. Less. Less talk. Talkless. You don't know what talkless is? Seriously? Everyone knows. You know, right?" I pointed my finger at the guy with brown eyes beside him, who leaned back at my rapid pointing. "No. I don't actually," he replied nervously. I sighed. "Who talks? People. Those who talk, can talk, right? So talkless means those who can't talk. Simple," I explained as they looked at me as if I had grown another head.

another one adds. “Enough! I’m doing my rounds. No cheating, and please finish your conversation about blue dicks before I return.” “We want to know more about Moon’s dick, so be prepared,” another says as I walk out. I’m smiling because this night is going much better than I prepared myself for. I check in with Jose and Rack, who are fighting laughter. “You have sound in that room, don’t you?” “We do, so please don’t talk about the boss’ dick if at all possible.” This comes from Rack.

“I want to spar?” Laughter echoes around us. He’s laughing. The men lifting weights are laughing. Even the man in the glass office is cackling. Haha. Not funny. I might not be able to knock him down since he’s taller than Ben and I haven’t practised in a while but I can get a few punches in. “You want to spar?” The guy says it slowly like I have trouble understanding English. He is bald with a build and height that reminds me of a basketballer. “With who? Me?”