Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

"We come to the public and we pretend as if we are saints sent from heaven but no and no we weren't saints and we seek the implementation of the gay bill acts. Let men marry men, it's a matter of choice.” “The acts bill put an end to women breaking the heart of man. Falling in love just because he is wealthy. Rushing to the marriage registry and after a few months breaking the news of divorce to the entire world." “Making a penury woman to become a billionaire in a twinkle of an eye. We men aren't fools anymore. We want to work hard as we have always done and marry ourselves." " A man can take care of a man and we are not interested in the damned pussy at the center leg of a woman.”

The sound was quite light; they were obviously not ordinary people. Darryl turned around quickly to take a look. F*ck… 'Who are these people?' Four men and four women approached them quickly; they looked like they were around 30 years old. The four men looked rather handsome, and the four women were also quite good-looking. Of course, they were not as beautiful as Celine and Queenie. Their dressing sense was rather weird. The men had long hair; some of them wore suits, and some wore robes. The women wore very sexy clothing; they portrayed an eccentric appearance. However, none of those was important. One should only note that those people were all Martial Emperors.

Chapter 70 The room was dimly lit, with only a single candle flickering on the corner table. The air was heavy with anticipation as Oswald, dressed in regal attire, sat on a plush armchair, his face etched with seriousness. Before him stood three formidable men, their bulging muscles straining against the fabric of their black suits. They were renowned for their loyalty and skill, with a reputation that sent shivers down the spines of their enemies.

And slowly the laughter faded and he broke down in tears. Fifth man: Oh! Get yourself together man! Sixth man: We should spend more time on booze than women! They kept uttering insults at the woman in question. “We should make a toast to us...men because...we are strong!” A man blabbed as he stood up from the stool. Everyone: Yeah! A toast. They all agreed. Benjamin felt like he was the only sane human in the large room. “Hey! What’s his name?” The same man asked.

Faith felt naked under the scrutinising eye of the thirty odd people stuffed into the room. Most of the men looked like they had escaped from prison, with large tattered beards and muscles to rival a boxer. Tattoos decorated their skin and they donned leather jackets, giving them the look of a biker gang. Some of the women actually looked more intimidating then the men, glaring at Faith as if she was the mistress of death, deserving to be buried under ground. However, others looked like your average businessman with a thirst for violence.

She was still thinking about when would be the best time to broach the subject. However, just as she was about to speak, another group of middle-aged men approached them. They were dressed in basketball attire and had graying hair, hinting that they were older. However, one thing stood out. These middle-aged men all exuded a sense of dignity and authority. It seemed like none of them were ordinary individuals. Among them, a bald man stepped forward to address Norman. He asked, "Norman, who's the young woman? Don't tell me you're keeping a mistress behind your wife's back?"

Inside, four men were lounging, engaged in easy conversation, their laughter a smooth hum against the background music. Lara’s breath hitched slightly. They weren’t just men. They were gorgeous. The kind of men who looked like they had stepped out of a high-end fashion magazine—each one with distinct, striking features that made them look almost unreal. Ali let out a low whistle, nudging Lara’s side. “Damn, this might turn out to be more exciting than I thought.” Lara barely heard her, too distracted by the man who had just stood up and was now approaching them.

, except a few intelligent ones like Alexander. Alexander was indifferent and rude to everyone including the rich. Infact, he bullied the rich too when he wanted, so he barely noticed that I was a human being. But one day we had PE class, this class was a combined elective class for both science and arts students. I was studying to become a medical doctor, so I was in science class. While Alexander was studying business, he was in art class. We had both picked PE as our elective subject, and as though that was not enough, our PE teacher, Mrs. Emma had decided to pair us up together to play badminton against the opposing team which also had two players.

He was seated on the opposite end of four older-looking men, all clad in a similar robe-like piece of clothing with a shade of dark and red. The noticeable feature that could differ all four men was their faces which had no way of looking the same. The casual outfit of a button-down shirt and faded jeans made him stand out from the four men who had different reactions to staring at him. One had complete neutrality, another looked calm, the next one exuded creepiness, and the last looked a bit worried.

"This is not sound, this is music. Music is sound with pitch.” Alex knows a lot about what happens in this world because is since childhood, he was raised by a man like a normal human. He was indeed prepared to be my right hand because it was impossible for me to appear in public. Alex knows a lot of things about what is happening in this world because, since childhood, he was raised by a man like a normal human, he was indeed prepared to be my right hand because it was impossible for me to appear in public. "Tonight, I'm going out of the house. I want to have fun with my friends.”