Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

the first one said, and they laughed loudly again. Clara walked to the table but not too close. “You old men should be ashamed of yourselves. Bullying at this age.” “Ashamed? Bullying? That’s kid’s play…” the first man said, and the others laughed. He suddenly stood up. “Women like her turn me on. I love taming strong women. No woman is actually strong, but they think that they are, and I love proving them wrong.” Before I could say a word, he reached out and groped my chest.

"Don't get yourself worked up over this. Otherwise, it'll affect your recovery." "Cora wanted to send women your way?" "Cora keeps a bunch of women at Maroon Mansion, doesn't she? She just wanted to test me, but what a shame. She underestimated how loyal I am to you!" Yara wasn't entirely convinced. She reached out to feel his manhood and found that he was still just as eager as ever. If he had actually slept with another woman, his body would have betrayed him. Yara said, "You need to stick to your principles. Don't let Cora take advantage of you. She's a snake. If you fall under her spell, you're done for." "That's right. Beautiful women are nothing but trouble. I don't want to end up like

“I was closing them!” “And yet you stayed long enough to judge,” he said, voice dropping. Smooth. Dangerous. “Maybe you weren’t disgusted, Zara. Maybe you were just… surprised. By what a real man looks like.” The word real hit like a slap. I gripped the table. My knuckles had turned white. “A real man has respect,” I said, trembling with hate. “You? You’re a loud toy with a god complex. Chiseled jaw. Tattoos. Think the world’s your bedroom. Newsflash: I’m not your audience.”

There was no expression, flat, cold, stiff, his hair arranged so neatly with thick eyebrows, his nose was pointed, and his lips were red, he had a cleavage on his chin, and his face was covered with delicate hairs, making the man look so manly and mysterious. The man wore a slim fit white shirt to wrap his body. Amanda was really sure that underneath the white shirt were stored broad chest muscles and muscular arms. Perfect! Only those word can describe the man's physique. This was the first time Amanda had given such a detailed assessment to a stranger she didn't recognize before. Damn it! Why is her brain now even filled with goddamn praising for stranger man? She hates having to praise a

Anda asked. " It's simple,You have to stop being so strong and independent all the time,A man wants to prove he's a hero,Men love women they can help carry over a spot,open a drink for,put their hair in place and generally pamper not one who speaks vulgar words,threats and throw random people over their shoulder or Punch them in the eyes"Alex replied. "I'm not all that.. I'm a vulnerable woman who is totally fragile and loves being helped by a man"Anda rolled her eyes.

He has an eye latch on his left eye and a heavily tatted bald head. "The sun of the devil graces us with a visit," The man announced as he roughly pushed away the nude woman on his lap. He got up and walked towards me in an arrogant demeanor. He smelled of whiskey and sex. The smell of debauchery. "I am Maestro, leader, and protector of the dogs," the man introduced himself. The armed men all barked together in unison. A pathetic excuse for a show of bravado and bravery. Alas, it would not save them from my blades.

I exclaimed, fanning myself with my hands. "Hot? But it's a bit chilly tonight." "It must be me then. Don't worry, let's go back to sleep." Before you make me jump you. For a man who claims to have sex regularly thanks to his beast, he wasn't having enough with me… His mate! His overprotective, over the top worrying self kept getting in the way. Seducing him won't work either, I've tried that. The man was effortlessly built like a rock when he was adamant about something.

"So how is a real man supposed to be." "A real man is meant to be attracted to the news, weather and sports, rather than people and feelings. A real man is meant to fantasize about powerful cars, faster computers, gadgets, gizmos, and new powerful things. A real man is concerned about what will help him express power. I am a real man and let me sound this as a warning, I hate being corrected by a woman or being told what to do by a woman because it makes me feel weak." "Huh... do I even know you anymore? You're not the man I got married to just yesterday, you're not the man I dated for more than two years."

I said chuckling “Believe me the feeling is mutual. So in the spirit of friendship can I give you a piece of friendly advice?” I nodded my assent only to remember she can't see me. “Yes please go ahead” I answered “This is from a fellow lady to another. Please allow your man to spoil you. Every real man wants to show off his woman and he dives on every opportunity to show her by flaunting her beauty and asset. She paused to let that sink in, before continuing her speech.

His daredevil stand can crash any mountain with the amount of boldness he axudes. Yeah, he is the perfect blend of hot and cold, rough and gentle—a walking contradiction that will leave you wanting more. He is the kind of guy who will break all the rules with a smirk on his face, but then turn around and sweep you off your feet with a single touch. He is all together, as the world says he is—a walking storm that has the power to sweep off any female gender. A dangerous charm. It is a sacred walking sin that everyone needs to be worried about. Avoid acting like he is a catastrophe. God, why bring such a man my way? Do I really need Holy Mary? ____________End of Ayana’s POV____________