Mr Unchained Novels & Stories

Why is he so irritated this time? When Mr. Johnson exits the elevator, I'm surprised. He's young. Well, younger than I imagined. I mentally thank myself for dressing up a bit more today. He is tall, with blonde hair cut just above his shoulders, blue eyes, and a thick beard. Based on his size, I can imagine his physique underneath the suit. I stand up to greet him. He is almost as big as Ryan. "Mr. Johnson! Good afternoon!" "Good afternoon!" He quickly looked me up and down, making me blush. "Follow me. Mr. Ryan is waiting," he nods.

“You are exhausted and hungry. At least that's what Mr Elvis said after talking to Doctor Ricky." "Elvis?" muttered Avelyn questioningly. She really hoped that her brain had information about Elvis, but unfortunately her brain did not have any information about Elvis. "May I know what his full name is?" “Elvis Taylor. Do you know Mr. Elvis? He is the owner of a retail chain in LA."

We left the twins back in the hotel with our families to do the damage control if anything happens though we all know they are as useful as an elephant's long task . When we reached the back entrance, Lauren knocked confidently on the door. It swung open to reveal a man who looked like he could take two grizzly bears with his bare hands. The man was tall , his body had taken away the entire space of the entrance, his nose looked like it had been broken a few times, tattoos were running up and down his arms, his arms were crossed over his wide chest , he was wearing a black pants and t-shirt. His sheer size and the stern expression on his face made three of us instinctively shrink back. Laure

He clenched and unclenched his jaws, then woke up with all the strength he could muster and rushed to the bathroom. I heard the water running, and I sighed. Even in his weakest state, he had decided not to get help. Adam wouldn't even lift a spoon when he gets a headache. I sat on the floor, my back placed on the edge of the bed as I studied the room. There was no single portrait of him. Just a large picture of a woman I've come to know as his late wife, and other expensive arts. A cough drew my attention to the bathroom, and almost immediately, I heard a loud thump.

that man whom I know so well. A mixed-race man, 6'3" tall, black hair with some gray strands, slightly longer than the classic style, framing his face, almost touching the collar of his charcoal gray suit, giving him an aura of seriousness, yet exuding sensuality at the same time. His face gives off a sense of calm, tranquility, despite the lines of expression indicating that he's going through a stressful time. Despite looking serious, the lines around his mouth indicate that he smiles... and his smile is enough to make anyone envious, especially when he's relaxed and carefree. His brown eyes stare directly into mine, preventing me from diverting my gaze. I am lost... again. That moment fee

He isn't short but I consider people I tower over short and this thing in front of me is also short. I looked down at him with a raised eyebrow, as if he were a cockroach. He shifted his weight, but I continued to stare at him without speaking. He was wearing a loose, multi-colored button-down shirt, and shorts, and had long hair trimmed at his neck. He looked like a typical French man. "Hi, I'm Andre. I know I've said that but I should introduce myself again" he said, chuckling and I eyed his stretched hand then back to his face with a raised eyebrow.

"Not at the moment, I am so drained financially." "I could get you one." I look at him. "Without any expectation?" I ask him skeptically and then I shake my head. "No thank you, I got this." The last thing i want is getting freedom from Matthew and chaining myself to another man. "I don't expect anything in return, Jo, I am just helping you as a friend." I shake my head. "I got this, Ric." "Okay but in case you change your mind, I am just a call away okay?"

Chapter 44: Did the Man Do It? "LOOKS like we got lucky again!" a man with a large physique happily exclaimed. Yuhan's predictions earlier came true. A few minutes passed by just after he spoke, people riding a large, closed chariot powered by four horses tied together appeared around their area. There were two large people operating the wagon while they were not sure of how many were inside. "Why are we always acquiring troubles we didn't even want," Russu said in a low and irritated tone as he face palmed.

She moved toward the door, hoping for a pleasant surprise. Upon opening it, Dr. Ruiz was met with the imposing presence of Mace Sinclair. He stood tall and commanding, dressed in an impeccably tailored charcoal-gray suit, exuding an air of confidence and power. He was accompanied by a man almost as tall as himself, who held a bunch of files with apparent ease. Mace's arrival sent a ripple of tension through the room, and even the presence of his companion added to the somber atmosphere. Dr. Ruiz, doing her best to remain calm and welcoming, greeted Mace.

It's official, the devil is human and in the form of Mr Adams. For a very long time, there was total silence, everybody too shocked to process what they've just been told to do. I couldn't blame them, I always had the worst of luck, this time sadly, they were caught in the fray. "C'mon guys, we can do this" "Can we?" three of them said together. Truthfully, I had no answers to that and I said so. Then, they started speaking all at once. "I don't understand how he can__"