Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

This man was obviously not an ordinary person. "Oh God... he's so handsome!”

I address my men with a commanding tone, "Gentlemen, our next move is crucial. We need to act swiftly and decisively to protect our interests and expose the treachery of our rivals. Are we all clear on our roles and responsibilities?" One of my men, James, speaks up, "Yes, sir. We are ready to execute your orders and ensure that the plan unfolds seamlessly." His tone is resolute, reflecting the unwavering loyalty and dedication of my team. I nod in approval, acknowledging their commitment. "Good. Remember, precision is key. We must anticipate every possible scenario and be prepared to adapt to any challenges that come our way. Our goal is to ensure the safety of our own and bring justice to

Even though they are old, they are still normal humans who know the quality of men. **

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.

Overhead, dim red emergency strips glowed just enough to outline shapes. Ten men sat on metal chairs arranged in a loose semi-circle, all facing away from the entrance. Their backs were broad, shoulders filling the space like walls. One had dreadlocks tied back, another a shaved head with tattoos crawling up his neck. Skin tones ranged from deep black to pale white to warm brown. Every single one was built like he lifted cars for fun—thick arms, wide backs, thighs that strained their jeans. They didn't turn. They didn't speak. But the air felt heavier, thicker with anticipation.

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.

“Nova… can you smell that?” She frowns, tilting her nose up in the air. “Smell what?” I blink. “That—” I gesture vaguely, but words fail me. Nova just gives me a weird look. “I don’t smell anything.” Before I can question it further, hurried footsteps echo from outside. Then—bam!—the door slams open, revealing three figures. Three men. And not just any men. The most gorgeous humans I have ever seen in my life. Tall. Broad. Power radiates from them like a force of nature, making the room feel smaller just from their presence.

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.

He proudly jumped out of his side and grinned at me. "I second that," he boasted, causing me to roll my eyes. As we crossed the street, I noticed a couple of women staring at him with their mouths open. Yes, Johnston was absolutely gorgeous, and the tattoo on his neck only added to his appeal. Werewolf men worked hard on their physical strength, which made sense when you considered that their job involved fighting and keeping their pack safe from unwanted guests. Their impressive physique set them apart from human males who often looked lanky with potbellies.

The soft fabric perfectly outlined her flawless figure, with a slit on the right side that revealed her slender legs as she walked, capturing the attention of everyone around her. Three tall men, impeccably dressed in suits, with chiseled, god-like features, accompanied her, instantly becoming the center of attention. "Who are these men? They are so handsome!" "This is a visual feast. Each one is uniquely attractive." "Who's the woman in the middle? She's so lucky to be surrounded by such amazing men!" "Which family do these gentlemen belong to? I've never seen them before." Their arrival caused quite a stir, and the room buzzed with excitement. Soon, someone recognized one of them.