Ordinary Men の小説・ストーリー

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.

The ending of spring. The beginning of summer. "PLEASE, WE DON'T KNOW, SPARE US, WE D-DON'T KNOW." A group of old men could be seen sitting on the dusty ground, sticking together while joining their hands up in a begging manner. Who were they pleading with? They were pleading with the group of men clothed in black surrounding them. They held swords in their hands and their faces were covered. One of them stepped forward and kicked the old man in his face, making his head bang on the dusty ground, blood spurting out from the corner of the old man's forehead. His friends immediately grabbed onto his shoulder, pulling him back towards themselves.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

They are fucking beautiful! One look at these men and no one would mistake them for human. They are flawless, skin so porcelain smooth that any woman would be jealous, yet just enough perfectly trimmed facial hair to add a rugged, manly quality. The only thing telling them apart is their facial expressions, one all easy smiles and the other with a hard set to his jaw that doesn’t match his flirty banter. “You okay, Ells?” Jake asks, eyeing the two men warily. I know he won’t leave me if he thinks I’m uncomfortable but the truth is, I’m dying to get them alone, more than a little curious to see where this goes. The only problem is, my brain seems to be offline for the moment.

I was still naked, my cock softening but twitching from the aftershocks. I cracked the door open, and my jaw dropped. Three huge men stood there, completely naked, their bodies like sculptures of muscle and power. They towered over me, each one over six feet, broad shoulders, chiseled abs, and thick cocks hanging heavy between their legs. Their skin glistened under the hallway light, and their faces were strikingly handsome, sharp jaws, piercing eyes that locked onto me with hunger. One had dark hair, another blond, the third shaved head, all radiating dominance.

It looked old and violent, the kind of wound that came from bloodshed, and not from accidents. His brown eyes were sharp and cold. They missed nothing. Two bulky men stood behind him, tall and muscular, dressed in dark suits. Their faces were emotionless. They did not eat. They did not speak. All they did was watch everything. Carl didn't need anyone to tell him that these men are dangerous. If this were a movie, he thought, these men would be criminals. Enforcers or Mafia guards. The kind of men who could pull a gun without blinking. The old man focused on his food, eating slowly, without interest. His face showed boredom, as if the entire gathering meant nothing to him. And the men behind

“I… I didn’t mean to…” He cut me off again, voice even quieter. “Don’t insult me by pretending you didn’t know what you were doing.” I swallowed so loudly it echoed. His stare sharpened. “If you must know, the only reason you’re breathing right now is because I’m in a good mood today.” My chest stuttered. For a second I forgot how to breathe. Then his voice hardened. “Look around.” I turned slowly, terrified of what I’d see. Six men. Huge. Expressionless, built like walls, no hint of humanity in their eyes. The type of men who didn’t hesitate, didn’t flinch, didn’t doubt, they executed.

There is already wine and starters spread over the table, all covered and looking untouched. Beside the older man, a younger one stands with a polite smile on his face. Both the men are dressed in expensive clothes, all black. The Russo brothers are similar in the way they look with strong faces, not very handsome but still attractive, and they both stand at a height taller than even Xavier's. They look more like wrestlers with their burly appearances. I look around and find that we are the only ones at the table and I am the only woman. The realization ends up making me even more cautious.

Ruben mumbles, and I turn to him. "Why risk it," I ask, and he looks between Kohn and me before answering. "Most human mates will have positive stories....the more....modern packs accept humans easily. Good stories should come forward for our benefit. Maybe the hype will die down," Ruben shrugs, and I shake my head immediately disagreeing. "No, very few humans will have strong enough stories to combat the fear now lingering in most of the human's minds.......Why did the Loner out us," I ask, turning my attention back to Kohn, who shifts back and forth on the balls of his feet awkwardly before answering?

One of the other guys says. He looks like he could be part of a Korean boy group or an actor. “Right. Well like I said we’re closed but I can get you guys a drink if you like.” I should be scared of being alone with three strange men in a bar at three in the morning but I'm not. They are all very tall and muscular, especially the shy one but I don’t get a sense they’re dangerous. Of course I’m not sure if I’m the best judge given my track record, but this feels a little different. I just can’t put my finger on it.