Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

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.

He gave me a brief and discreet smile before his face went straight again. It was our Head Scientist, Damien Moretti, and he was equivalent to a half-Italian sex god. I could just tell that Sharlene was drooling at the sight. He didn't spare Sharlene a glance and went back to speaking to the older man next to him, not before running a hand through his straight black hair. I turned to look at the other man that stood beside him.

The man's presence was magnetic, drawing the gaze of passersby and leaving them in awe of his undeniable allure. Behind him, a group of men dressed in dark suits followed closely, their expressions stern and powerful. They exuded an air of loyalty and protection, their eyes scanning the surroundings for any potential threats. It was clear that they were not just ordinary companions, but trusted allies who shared in the man's enigmatic world.

In the cloudy sky, there were nearly 20 figures, especially the two old men in the front, who exuded a powerful momentum that was shocking. In the eyes of Jason, even the old man holding Gram and the couple with mighty sword intent could not compare with the two old men. "Are they the survivors of the Inuit?" Jason said in a low voice. "Yes." The man from the Clinton Family who followed Jason nodded gently and said. "They are so powerful." Jason took a deep breath and said. He felt threatened by the other side. At least, when facing the other side, he was not very sure. Hearing Jason's words, the man from the Clinton Family couldn't help smiling bitterly.

“Four?” “Yes. Most have one. Rarely two. Never four. But since this pack has four Alphas, it would make sense that they would share a mate.” Great. Four men to keep happy. Ugh, sounds exhausting. I say, both serious and teasing. We laughed. I stopped on the porch and turned to look at them; four extremely god-like, handsome men. They were all easily over six feet with broad shoulders and a muscular physique. The first is tan with dark brown high-and-tight haircut. He has brown eyes on a tall face with a long nose and clean-shaven. He smelled like freshly cut grass.

Though wrapped thickly in blankets, glimpses of their uniforms peeked out at the edges. The two men were also bundled up, though their clothing seemed ordinary—nothing revealed whether they were medical staff. The five women were all attractive, though heavily clothed, so their figures were hidden. The men were different: one was slim, but the other was astonishingly fat, almost spherical. His round face, at most in his twenties, gave off a naive, harmless impression. Clearly, he hadn't paid much attention to his physique. "Uh… how did you end up here?" the slim man asked. He was around thirty, with a scar running from his left eye to his mouth—a mark that screamed trouble.

In a surprise he let go of my collar and luckily, Bill caught me as I fell and lessened the pain of the fall. I looked at the man in front of me, I trembled to see three gorgeous creatures I have never seen in my life, so gorgeous that I might think they are those Greek gods I could only see in mythology. How can they look so foreign and strong? The man I bumped is the biggest among them literally, he towered the other two men. But it doesn’t make them less, with those tanned skin which looks so natural maybe from playing under the sun, or just their birth color, the dark loosened hair glistened with sweat looks so sexy. I noticed that the man with a calm voice has deep black eyes and the ot

"Jerry!" Pamela was overjoyed. Trudy excitedly shouted, "Haha, our savior has come to our rescue!" Brutus grabbed onto Jeremiah for dear life. "Your timing is perfect, Jerry. Please save me… "Those bastards beat me and even want to break my arms. Go teach them a lesson!" Jeremiah quickly walked over to Woody and Helen in large strides as four men followed behind him. The four men exuded a strong and powerful air, and a middle-aged man with a round face in particular seemed to come off as the strongest man among them.

Pure, breathtaking masculinity. His arms are thick with muscle, chest broad and sculpted, his abs defined with just the This beast is torn by my bra and leaning towards my breasts. He begins to crush them and caress them, quite, but for some reason angrily, looking for. Yes, my girls are my pride! At least in some way nature has not deprived.

Kent was surprised. “Those names you mentioned exist,” the man looked around as if scared. “Yes they exist in Ludo’s story.” “No! Not in the story.” Kent looked at the man. “Those are real people.” “Are you drunk?” “I’m having orange juice,” the man showed Kent his glass. “The names you mentioned are nick names of the infamous crime lords of our City. Brawler and Brains are twins.” “You are kidding right?” “How i wish i was, man. Your girl, Ludo, is getting herself into some serious trouble,” the man said assured. “Did they do something to her?”