Mysterious Guys Novels & Stories

I’ll have to ask her tonight when she comes over. I’m standing close to the door that leads to the backyard chatting with Merigold and Lug Nut when three guys I have never seen before come back. They were wearing kuttes like the guys here but they looked a little different but I couldn’t tell for sure without getting a closer look. Another thing that stood out was these guys were hot as hell. Like panty-melting hot but still not as hot as Brick but damn close. They are tall like the brothers of the Renegades. The shortest one had to be at least five foot eleven the tallest had to be six foot six. And had a powerful don’t fuck with me aura. Who are these guys? Merigold squeals at my side “ C

“It’s not like it’s impossible to.” The two didn’t know that before Travis and the others had entered the building, they were stopped before they even got into the underground black-boxing venue. “Hello, these are unfamiliar faces. Where do you come from?” The one who had stopped them was a young man with a mohawk hairstyle. As soon as he finished speaking, a dozen people rushed over from behind him. Everyone was dressed differently. Almost every single one of them had tattoos on their bodies with unique designs. More importantly, there were two foreigners.

But Jason didn’t understand why the other party did this. Even though 20 years had passed, Jason still could not figure out where those mysterious guys came from. “If their purpose is just to take delight in toying with all living things, they have already done it. But why do they do this? Is it simply to toy with the world?” Jason thought.

And the voice sounds familiar. I followed the direction where the voice was coming from, taking slow steps to avoid making any noise. I furrowed my brow when I saw Mr. Chua talking to three men. Who are these guys? I observed the three men, cringing as I noticed they had multiple tattoos on their bodies and earrings on their ears, nose, and eyebrows. They look like gangster. Why is Mr. Chua talking to these kinds of people? It's puzzling. This old man is really mysterious. In an angry tone, the old man scolded the three men,

“Um, no, Luna. We just killed five guys. Maybe you were seeing double?” My wolf flashed in my eyes and my hands folding into balls. “Piercy, I’m fucking tell you. There was seven guys. One guy had a long grayish beard that went to his chest and ear length brown hair. Then the second guy had hair that was tied in a bun, his beard coming in spots but really skinny. The third was younger, shaved head, no facial hair. Fourth guy had a large moustache, beard stopped at his neck and eyebrows that about covered his eyes. Fifth guy had stubbles for a beard, very muscular and tall. Sixth guy was about the same. Shaggy black hair like he hadn’t been in the mountains that long. Scar that ran down his f

Her eyes were set on the person that I pointed at. "Oh." She turned to me, raising my eyebrows, "That's Ares Young." "Ares Young?" "Yeah. He's a billionaire, and he owns the White Claws team. Rumors said that he killed people before and got away with it." My eyes were about to pop out of its socket hearing it. My lungs suddenly decided to betray me by not letting me breathe properly. "We were warned not to mess with him before, and he's bad news." Too late, Jaz.

he muttered, scanning their surroundings. Suddenly, a soft rustling caught Ethan's attention. From the shadows emerged a figure—a solitary figure carrying a basket filled with healing herbs and plants. The newcomer approached cautiously, their eyes meeting Ethan's with a mix of curiosity and concern. "I can help," the stranger offered in a hushed voice, their hands already sorting through the basket. Ethan hesitated for a moment, then nodded gratefully. "Please."

The men never do their things even when it comes to the laundry. Well except for Ryan and Xavier who do their thing. And it's a bad habit. I wonder how their mate would cope with them. Speaking of which, aren't any of them mated? “Susan.” “Yes.” “The guys don't have a mate,I don't see any lady coming here.” I wondered if Ryan has a mate yet. “Well…. it's kind of complicated.” She replied. “Make it simple.” I closed the fridge since I didn't see anything that looked like ice cream.

i say still in the same innocent tone. "Yeah honey and who's party is it?" he ask and i try to keep my thoughts clean, he can read them and i don't want him to know I'm going to the craziest party of the year. "Some guys in the pack" i continue "Whom oliver, i know everyone you know" he ask still amused, damned it. "Just some guys, uhhh they're the masons" i whisper the last word. "No" came the direct answer "Why not??" i ask in disbelief.

I think the driver is right because this place really looks like a hideout for gangsters. Am I at the right place? But why am I not seeing anyone here? I just simply asked myself confused. “Hey, there! Are you Natasha Montilva?” A mysterious guy suddenly appeared out of nowhere and asked me. I looked at him from head to toe to assess if I can trust him but he looks like a true gangster himself. From his loose black shirt to his tattered baggy jeans and long hair. No doubt that I can conclude that he is a gangster.