Ordinary Men Novels & Stories

It was so fast and loud that my heart stopped. Three tall, striking men stepped in, each commanding attention effortlessly. The man in front looked younger, lean, soft features, neatly styled dark hair, and calm, observant eyes behind subtle glasses. The one in the middle looked like the eldest… broad-shouldered and imposing, with a sharp jawline, low-cut hair, and piercing, authoritative eyes. The last man appeared refined, dressed in a tailored suit, with slicked-back hair and intelligent, calculating eyes. And for some reason… They were all smiling widely.

' Just as this thought appeared in everyone's minds, Jate Woods walked in composedly with two huge muscular men next to him, and another bunch of mens in tow. The two men were Ricardo Maslow and Mr. Rogers respectively, while the other men all looked like they were made of solid metal. Their movements we're completely different, which gave off the feeling of an a pack of monstrous beast. This men were the top and highly skilled members of Ricardo Maslow's group.

The mighty impact of their collision, sent visible waves of energy, rippling in space, and spreading in all directions. The two men, resembling some ancient forbidden gods tugged, and exchanged mighty blows at each other. After what seems to be like an hour of a fierce battle between the two men, the semi-naked man finally overpowered the other black man With a mighty punch, that resounded in the area. Sending the man to create a shallow pit. As he lay motionless. At the same time, however, several other men who were also semi-naked successfully subdued their opponents. Piercing and slicing them with swords and spears.

I turned just in time to see some men heading in that direction. They were huge. Their shoulders were broad, wider than any door frame I had ever seen. Their arms were like thick tree trunks, full of muscles that flexed with every step. They stood much taller than any man here, towering over everyone like giants. Their chests were broad, their waists slim, and their legs strong like pillars. And their faces… I had never seen men so handsome in my life. Strong jawlines, sharp cheekbones, piercing eyes that seemed to see right through you. Their hair was dark and perfectly kept, and they moved with the grace of trained warriors. Everything about them screamed power and control.

Knowing she was going to give me a job made me a little less stressed I could now earn enough money to support myself and my baby. Suddenly the front door banged open and in barrelled two large men, wearing gym gear, covered in sweat, and the first thing I noticed was they were absolutely gorgeous. One was laughing and nudging the other in the shoulder, the other looked older and wore a serious expression. They both stopped and looked at us all sitting at the table. No one said anything at first, so I took the moment to observe the older one’s features. He was a solid wall of muscle and barely fit through the door. His tan skin glistened from his workout and his arms, neck and chest was cove

How did we end up here kissing each other like no one else mattered in the world? "Enough games!" A loud brute voice rang out. Six tall men in black suits were now in the room. The music stopped and everyone was frozen. Standing behind Tommy was an older man with light brown hair and dark eyes. He was powerful and I knew this purely by the way his presence dominated everything around him. My eyes drifted to the man next to him. Another oversized man with a chiseled face, stoned cold blue eyes, and thin red lips. He was absolutely gorgeous and absolutely terrifying. Whoever these men are, they were not people you messed around with.

It's not that he fit like women, but for the past two years now, he's been avoiding women like a plague. Guston was as fast as lighting as he bolted to the door to talk to his gaurds. After he came back, the game couldn't continue with the same enthusiasm. After all they were all looking forward to who would be brought in to spend the night with " prince charming" . The ladies started wisppering to each on how jealous they were of the woman who would get to spend the night with Leon. The game was thus stopped as everyone went back to drinking. The man in the limelight sat in the middle without caring for what was going on around him as he continued to sip on his wine.

But if he doesn’t want to talk about it there’s not much I can do to help. And his friend watched him thoughtfully as Tim walked away to stow his gear. *** By the end of the week the two men, along with the rest of their platoon, had departed for the Middle East. Leaving Texas, they had flown to Germany before boarding Army transport planes to go take their turns wading through hell. As their C-130 left the runway to head into Afghanistan, Tim held his breath and said a prayer, not just that he would make it back safely, but that he would reconnect with Sarah someday.

"How dare you humans raise your voice at me." Nala's brown eyes pierced through the eyes of the person who was still pressing Nala's neck firmly, there was no look of fear on Nala and her brows dipped even more sharply. With a reflex action, Nala immediately swung her fist right at the man's neck so hard that it made him groan and loosen his grip so that Nala could escape from his grip.

"I think so too. Most importantly, she treats us very well." I looked closely at the old man beside me and realized something. He had never been a pushover at all. The one with the clearest mind of all… had always been him.