Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

I tried my best to shield the woman from a life like this because I didn't want her to be in danger. Darlene was my biggest weakness, and the industry was all but a group of long-toothed sharks in fancy suits and luxury cars. Sweet little angels like her? They ate them for dessert, but I’d be damned if I was going to let some punk-ass bitch touch someone that belonged to me. Especially not strawberry shortcake over here. I bared my teeth at the man again after he’d staggered to his feet, rendering a slow, performative clap like the drama queen he was that made everyone not paying attention to snap their heads around to watch.

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?"

he said still smiling and the man's eyes widened at the response. "A friend, wearing a beautiful female suit, black plain trousers, and an expensive office white shirt, looking pretty and beautiful with her platinum blonde hair with captivating blue eyes, her skin so neat and flawless, with a physique and curves like a model coming out from your bedrooms whilst you are here all shirtless and smelling like sex" the man unraveled all that he was piling up in his head before breathing out, Michael groaned and stood up displaying his pecs and abs, his muscles flexed as he turned and made his way to his dad.

He was a tall and lean man. He was attractive with sharp features. His skin was fair and spotless. He was wearing black pants and a white shirt. Trevor looked at him approaching them with just one thought in his mind 'my man is definitely the best', they could tell that he was an Alpha by the smell of his pheromones. The man seem gentle but if you looked at him more intently in his eyes, you could see a little cunning attempt in it.Trevor frowned when seeing that the man was coming closer to their table.

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Why they couldn’t look away. Because he was— Damn. He was fine. Not just attractive. Not just handsome. Dangerous. The kind of man that didn’t have to try. The kind that knew. “Ladies,” the orientation leader’s voice cut through, pulling me slightly out of my thoughts. I forced my breathing to steady, though my chest still felt tight. “The men you see over there?” he continued, a smile creeping onto his face. “Are way out of your leagues. Don’t even bother if you don’t want your heart shattered.”

I mutter and both Jayden and Aurora turn their heads to find what I'm looking at. In the corner of the club an older man stands against the wall with his arms folded, I am a regular at this club, and I have never seen him before, hell, I have never seen a more handsome man in my life. His arms are folded across his chest and his eyes fixed on me, the first two buttons of his shirt are undone, showing off his broad chest I greedily eye him from where I stand. He looks like everything I didn't know I need but I now want, I have always been attracted to men like that, Alpha, predatory and confident…commanding.

All my colleagues called it weird and uneven, but I didn't care, as I believe I have my own rights to be just me and that so much dignity makes my day, hmm, happy. After that nonsensical argument, I sat on the couch near the fireplace, thinking about what to do next. “Oh, the young lady is here, sitting like a princess, why don't you help your mother prepare our dinner, lady?” A manly voice entered the room. As if I care! I am not in the mood to talk to him, not when he cancels his decision that he'll throw me into his native country Philippines next week! I didn't even attend Taylor Swift's concert and Sabrina's Eras Tour! Argh!

“I’m a man, and I’m a big man, right? I’ve been trained to hurt people with my hands, my body – I’ve been trained to kill, Alexandra. I know just how strong I am, and I’m fully aware that I have to take care with women when I put my hands on them, even when I’m being gentle and helpful. It’s not sexist, and it’s not bullshit… it’s fact, it’s reality. I can dominate and subdue a woman in seconds – I can take down most guys too, without any major problems – and that makes it my responsibility to not hurt anyone. The onus is on me, Alexandra, to stay in control and stay cool.” She looked up at him, listening now. “Every man knows this, hon. We all know that on a simple biological level, most me

Too easily broken. I wanted something violent. My mind wandered unbidden to the Ironmaw guards I had seen in the courtyard earlier that day. Huge, towering men. Thick necks, heavy, calloused hands, and broad, brutal shoulders. Men who smelled like pine and raw aggression. Men who looked like they could easily pin me to the floor and fuck me until I was too exhausted to even remember my own name. I needed that weight. I needed that sheer, unbridled, animal force driving into me, splitting me open.