Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

After getting dressed for the day. Six men that put any of mine to shame, put any of our kinds to shame. They must all stand above seven foot. They've hardly anything on and their bodies are pack with muscle showing their strength and ability. They've not moved an inch, standing with weird spears that look as if they could cut someone within an instant for the last twenty minutes. They were not here last night, nor any other night we've stayed here. This is new and there must be a reason behind their appearance.

I watch Dawn as she walks over to the entrance to open the door, and I hear the men’s voices wafting toward us as both anticipation and worry settle in my chest. They step into the living room shortly after, casually dressed in black slacks and fitted polo shirts one in deep green, the other in royal blue each color perfectly matching their eyes. Their Italian suede loafers complete their fashion statement reminding me that these Men, My men are no ordinary men. They're are not only successful in their various fields but they are also rich and freaking powerful. I have to mentally remind myself to “Focus we have an issue at hand “.

There were men with thick bellies pushing against tight shirts, their mouths stretched into hungry grins. Bald men with shiny scalps and cold eyes. Thin men who stared too intently, their lips curled as if savoring a secret. Men with heavy mustaches, men with patchy beards. Foreigners speaking in low voices she could not understand, their gazes roaming over her without shame. Some were fat. Some lean. Some well dressed. Some rough and unkempt. But their looks were the same.

“A little unorthodox.” ”Sure can, but you said men? Without a bride?” It wasn’t unheard of that men came in, but they were usually part of a bride's entourage. Dads, brothers, friends even a fiancé now and then. But in all the years I had been here I don’t think I had seen a group of just men before. Still if they needed help then I was the girl for the job. Following her out of the staff room and into the main shop the first thing I noticed where the three men were all devilishly good looking. Varying in age, they all had the same dark hair and Smokey eyes that made them resemble each other. The second thing I noticed was how polite they were throwing out compliments in a way that felt sinc

I said opening the door. Three giant men stood there looking a little uncomfortable. They all looked similar, like brothers but still vastly different. They were all tall, broad shouldered, well built. Not too many muscles but definitely toned. And that was where the similarities ended. The one closest to me was blonde, clear light blue eyes, a square jaw, pronounced brow line and very Greek nose. The one in the middle had sandy brown wavy hair, a very well kept beard over a more pointed jaw, Ocean blue eyes, tanned skin, like he was at the beach a lot, and the same Greek nose that had a flat spot in the middle. The third one had jet black hair cut short, dark brown almost black eyes that we

"There are two types of men in our community. We usually call them men and boys. Or sometimes, big boys and little boys. Sam and I are big boys, Aston." I blushed again, thinking about their cocks. "The men tend to be bigger," James went on. "Sometimes older as well, although nobody is much above forty. We have to be very fit, because we do all the hard work. Not that there's really much work to do here -- the community basically runs itself. But the men guard the fortress, keep things running, and go on expeditions into the world outside, to take things that we need. So we have to be strong enough to look after ourselves."

To see them together they looked like the photocopier, an accountant and a desk clerk of a branch office on their way to sales convention. They didn't stick out like a sore thumb. A dark small man, a middle-aged white man, and a the one wearing sensible Birken-stocks despite the city pavement heat, the sort of millennial who tries to be cool. And all of them wore a bored, harassed expression that city dwellers are born with. No one would think they didn't belong here. One of them carried a satchel, fixing his time every now and then. They all looked like normal pedestrians, except three pairs of eyes were set on an old man. Maybe sixty, medium height, bulky. A doctor would've called him on t

There was an old man with long gray robes and two middle-aged men. The middle-aged men wore long white robes with blood-red capes. There were crosses and holy verses sewn on the robes and the capes. They were beautifully made, a stark contrast to the plainly dressed old man.

The Four Elders could only nod helplessly upon hearing that. Meanwhile, two middle-aged men were sitting in a beautiful manor in the suburbs of Athenapolis. One was in a suit while the other was in a black boxing uniform, and both of them were having a chat over tea. Judging by the smile on their faces, they seemed to have experienced something happy. The man in a suit looked elegant. Every move he made exuded the strong might of a man who was in power for years. The man in a black boxing uniform who was sitting across from him had a burly figure. He had an intimidating gaze as well.

He couldn't shake off the feeling of intrigue that he felt towards the old man's warning. *** The group of topless men stood around the huge tree. As the men vigorously wielded their cutlasses and hacked at the tree, their muscles rippled and bulged with each movement, showcasing their physical prowess. The effort they exerted caused their bodies to glisten with beads of sweat, trickling down their bare chests and backs. Their hands tightly gripped the handles of the cutlasses as they swung them with precision, each blow sending a resounding thud echoing through the forest. Their faces contorted with the intensity of their labor, sweat pouring down their foreheads and soaking their hair.