Mysterious Guys Novels & Stories

Wanting to know what in the name of God-Almighty just interrupted what was probably going to be the best kiss of my entire fucking life, I turned around and immediately saw what Vanessa cussing in my ear—or rather, whom. "The Morelloes." The name left a bitter aftertaste in my mouth. I stared at the two brothers walking into the club like they owned the place, straightening the lapels of their grey suits. There were two guys behind them, which I presumed were part of their entourage of muscle and ammo.

the cloaked man in the middle said. “Please pardon us if we cannot show you our faces… it will be against our rules if we take our hoods off,” he continued. “No problem,” I replied. “Who are they?” father asked as they walked towards us. “We are from the Marcia Information Guild and we have leads about the disappearance of our master,” the man in the middle said. “What do you have?” uncle asked. “Minus,” the man in the middle said, then the person who’s on his left side lifted his hand, then out of nowhere, a person teleported in front of us.

Their voices, once disembodied whispers, now belonged to the individuals standing right in front of me. "Hey, guys," Adrian greeted them with an ease that belied the sudden tension coiling in my stomach. His smile was unwavering, his tone amiable, as if he were merely bumping into old friends rather than individuals cloaked in mystery and rumors of clandestine deeds. I pressed my lips together, wrestling with the desire to become invisible. The three guys turned their gazes upon me, their eyes probing, unsettling. They lingered on me for a moment too long, and my skin crawled under their scrutinizing gaze. There was recognition there, a flicker of awareness that sent a chill skittering down

His eyes, though hidden beneath shadow, seemed to pierce through the men. Without another word, the enemies exchanged tense glances, then backed away. The scarred one, groaning and clutching his ribs, was hauled to his feet by his companions. Not a single one dared to meet the hooded man’s gaze again. And then, like ghosts, they vanished into the night, leaving nothing but broken glass and trembling silence behind. Now people still watching didn’t seem to understand what had just happened or who even the mysterious guy was except the goons who had just fled.

I looked up, puzzled—then stopped breathing. Three guys walked in, trays in hand, and the room felt alive around them. They were amazing, like they stepped out of a myth. All tall, looking sharp in a smooth way. Their clothes were neat except the one in the middle. His top button was open, dark hair falling over eyes like ice. He looked easy, like he didn’t care, like none of us mattered. His friends—one blonde, the other with red hair and a knowing smile—were right by him.

The Quaids were here! Everyone could feel their heart sinking. The sound of rapid footsteps followed, and dozens of men in black suits suddenly came rushing through the door. Every one of them was tall and muscular. When they appeared, the entire hall was filled with tension. There was murder in the air! These muscular men were top-notch fighters who were highly paid by the Quaids. Among them included wanted criminals from overseas. Some of them were bloodthirsty fighters from the underground boxing arena.

The one that usually comes before something either really romantic or really violent? Yeah. Definitely not romantic. I paused at the edge of the alleyway and looked up. I saw seven guys. Seven very large, very serious-looking guys. They were all dressed in dark hoods. They were carrying enough weapons to invade a small village. One of them had a freaking mace. A mace. Who the hell carries a medieval weapon in the middle of a city? I took a sip from my whiskey bottle and blinked. "Huh. Seven. That’s cute.”

I told him as I grabbed a jacket before stepping out. “God let him heal up real quick and let's get out of my house” I mumbled as I ran down the stairs. When I entered the bakery, two men in suits were in the shop questioning Polly, Jimmy and Grace. They have tattoos on their arms and face, they look like some gangsters. five heads turned to me at the same time. “What's going on here?” I asked, Looking at my friends. “They were just asking some questions about some strange occurrences” Polly answered,

“You shouldn't be here.” The three turned towards the voice, finding a tall, sturdy man watching them. Cassian's protective instinct ignited as he prepared the brothers for whatever might come. The brothers turned, surprised, and faced the stranger. Cassian, the most fearless, asked, “Who are you? What are you doing here?” “Believe me, knowing who I am is the least of your problems right now,” the man said, before emerging with two more from the shadows of the forest. *** The afternoon sun was intense, and the brothers Cassian, Dorian, and Kane found themselves in a situation even more mysterious than the one they experienced in the warehouse. Each of them was on the shoulders of the mysteri

" A subject was running towards us, he was in a state of shock. This guy was having a fight with the other two guys who wanted to rape us, he couldn't quite make out who he was in the dark night. He just looked at himself as he was giving them a great beating, one of them took out a knife, lunged, but immediately he hit his arm until he fractured it. This was unreal. The two guys ran off. "He's a demon, he's a demon," they shouted. The mysterious man who had saved us had remained standing in front of us, he still could not distinguish him well, I just hope that he does not want to take advantage of us either; I was shaky.