Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

At least the married ones were honest. “So, everything I’ve heard about Italian men is true?” “Only the ones I met, and there were quite a few. I had a wonderful time in Italy, and the Parisian men don’t have a thing to be jealous about, Oui, oui! But none of the European imports sound nearly as interesting as your domestic mailman,” “He’s a Postmaster,” “Yeah, okay, whatever,” Karen smiled. “As long as he’s good at putting it into the right box,”

Olivia seemed excited “I told you me and Brian are best friends, right! So we’re growing up together and among five of us, me, Brian, Kevin, Mark and Ryan, Brian is the only one who didn’t play, but just dated one person, she is Rosie. They’re in a long term relationship until she felt bored and cheated on him with me.” “No way!” Olivia was surprised

I held onto Ciro tighter. The hunt was over; everyone had shifted back into their human form. They slowly emerged from the woods, powerful and strong. The men were shirtless, their muscles rippling with each movement. The women, on the other hand, were their muscles rippling definition of beauty and danger. I stared in awe.

“Who have you brought with you?” Behind Howard stood four equally intimidating men of various sizes, all clearly armed to the teeth, as was Howard, dressed in dark clothing, ready to begin the operation as soon as the word was given. “This is my team,” Howard began. His voice matched his appearance, more of a growl than human speech, and he went down the row giving Giovani the name of each of them as he did so. “Martin, Tanner, Preston, and this big guy here on the end, well, we just call him Meat.”

How did we get to this point, sharing a kiss as if no one else existed? "No more games! " a loud, commanding voice interrupted. Six tall men in black suits entered the room. The music halted, and everyone froze. Behind Vincent stood an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. His presence radiated power, dominating everything around him. My eyes shifted to the imposing figure next to him—a ruggedly handsome man with a sculpted face, icy blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was stunning yet utterly intimidating. Whoever these men were, they were not to be trifled with.

Dark hair covered his chest and…lower. The men of my village were short with the weak, lanky limbs that came from little manual labor. Not so with these five wolf-men. Despite my hatred of my enslavement to them, there was something deep and primal…an instinct…that responded to their display of strength and power.

She truly was a spectacular beauty. Next to these charming fellows were three older men. One of these men was tall with a well-built figure. Even in the cold weather, he only wore a tank top which exposed his powerful arms that were filled with great strength. He had gorgeous black hair which complemented his dark complexion wonderfully. He was a handsome middle aged man with an aura that filled many with calm. The other two weren’t as eye-catching, for one was an old man hunched over on a wooden stick and the other a large potbellied man with a sly look on his face.

After the second man has finished cumming down my throat, two more men approach me. They look similar—almost like brothers. They both have classic Italian good looks, from their chestnut brown hair, to their sun-kissed olive skin. They also both happen to be tall, muscular, and … frightening? I wrack my mind, trying to find the right word. Dominant? It’s hard to pinpoint exactly what it is, but there’s something sly in their eyes. A subtle cruelty to their smiles.

"Only speak when you're asked, and let me handle the conversation." I nod, understanding the importance of his instruction. I remain silent, watching attentively as the group of men approaches us. Their aging features are evident, with protruding stomachs and bald heads, indicating they might be in their late fifties or sixties. Their presence exudes a certain air of authority and experience.

In the center of the town, three people stood at the gate of the stone hall. Two young men in their twenties were standing on both sides. They were extremely handsome and had extraordinary temperaments, with long swords hanging from their waists. The wind and snow which were as sharp as knives were resisted to one meter away from them. In the middle, there was a burly old man with gray hair who was as strong as a lion. He looked hale and hearty with a red face.