Ordinary Men Audiobook Novels & Stories

Ella couldn't react to what the older man has said. She wanted to scream at them so loud. Ella wanted to run away after the older man introduced himself to her, but she couldn't because Mikael was firmly holding her hand. His name was Lemuel. He silently glared at Mikael; disgust was written all over his face. Mikael bowed his head and pulled his hand back to his side. Lemuel smiled and dragged Ella away in a room with five other men sitting comfortably in their seats.

He leaned back against the counter, flipping the cover open. On the first page, written in bold, uneven handwriting, were the words: “A Secret Collection of Male Confessions.” Adam let out a quiet breath, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Confessions?” he murmured. “What kind of confessions…” He turned the page. The handwriting inside was rougher, heavier, different from one section to the next, like multiple voices trapped in ink. Different men. Different stories. His curiosity sharpened. He kept reading.

Dad doesn’t speak a lot about that, so we don´t know exactly what happened, only that he was wounded by an explosion that destroyed some nerves and ligaments of the right side of his body. But at the end it wasn’t so bad, since he met my mother in the hospital. They were married soon after that and well, we arrived, so when he made comments like those, I generally don’t take them seriously, since, according to him, for you to be a real man, you had to have gone through serious things, serve your country or be a cowboy. Right, because Clint Eastwood was a real cowboy.

I say looking at the men. Middle man approaches me more and asks “What bear?” “Obviously the huge guy I dragged!” Middle man bursts out laughing, others snicker and a few looked worried. “I will be sure to inform him of his new title as the bear.” Middle guy said and I am relieved to hear he is alive. “Is he okay?” I ask and he nods, “the alp…. He is a very strong man.” Middle man said and I see some of the other men visibly puff out their chests.

He yanked open the door, raising the bat over his head— “Whoa!” “What the—” It was Kelly’s dad and Leah’s mom. My brother and I stuttered and blurted our way through a bunch of apologies for having almost assaulted them. Kelly’s father looked pissed, but just said, “Are the girls here?” I noticed then how disheveled he was. He was one of those guys that usually overdressed for everything. Neatly ironed shorts and a polo shirt on the beach. Khakis and a button-down anywhere else. A preppie, in other words. This evening, he was in his beachwear collection, but it was a mess. Wrinkled, dirty, a tear in one of the sleeves of his shirt. Then I noticed his hands. They were bloody.

Did they just offend the wrong person? The elevator went directly to the 37th floor. Outside the president’s office, Wilson knocked on the door. Lucia heard a deep, cold voice from inside, full of magnetism, with a bit of majestic superiority which not all men possessed. “Come in " Just listening to this voice made people feel that the person inside wasn’t an easy person to deal with. Lucia was wondering if this man was also young like Mr Guenté. After all it is said that " birds of a feather, flock together."

she said and made to leave their presence. Ludo went back to the living room where Mr. Hamuumbu was. Before she entered the room, she watched him on the wheelchair. Looking at him, she understood how he had played everyone into thinking he was really sick. “Cut the crap, we are just the two of us,” Ludo said entering. “Tell me, what do you know about the manuscript?” Mr. Hamuumbu didn’t move a muscle. “Come on old man,” Ludo knelt before the wheelchair. “Speak up!” She yelled.

I have a pale skin and I hate it! I hate that I easily embarrass myself. I could feel myself frown and stare at the ground. I hate that my parents bring people over it gets me uncomfortable and I just don't like it at all. I wonder what his name is, or why he's even here, I've never seen him before, where did my dad even find him? "It's nice to meet you Charlotte, I'm Elijah." His voice was rougher than I had thought, I couldn't help the feeling it caused. And I felt ashamed for it, clearing my throat I quickly looked up at him and smiled before moving away from him.

Whenever he fed on humans, he couldn't stop till he killed them. Reducing his intake helped him control and manage his urges. Whenever he fed directly from humans, he made sure they were bad people and deserved it. Darius understood, so he didn't ask further questions. “I still think you should take a ride around the city. Clear your head. You look like hell,” he teased. “I'll do that,” Lucien said. Darius got up from the couch. “Well, I think I should be heading out now,” “Do not run off again,” Lucien teased.

Maybe the mate curse of not being able to desire another man’s touch would be broken tonight. The man stood up shakily as he wiggled out of his clothes. As his manhood sprang into the air, I corked my head to the side to admire his member. For an old man, I didn’t expect such a large monster. In Micah’s range, this man was way better. “Waoh, you are large…” The man stroked himself and other the dim red light of my space, I saw a satisfactory grin on his face. “What are we waiting for, it is ready,” he said.