Overly Manly Man Novels & Stories

They didn't walk like wolves; they moved like predators who owned the very ground they stepped on. ​The man in the lead was the largest. He wore a long, dark coat that billowed behind him, and his eyes weren't the yellow of a normal wolf, they were a piercing, glowing silver. Behind him, three other men followed, their expressions ranging from cold fury to heartbreaking concern. ​Elara scrambled backward, her back hitting the tree trunk. "Please," she gasped, her voice trembling. "I’m just a rogue. I don’t have anything. Please don't kill me."

I pick up my phone and pull up the email again. Three profiles. Three men. Three masks. The Gentleman. A half-mask, oni style. Elegant. Sharp. His photo shows a man with a jawline carved from patience, salt just beginning to thread through dark hair at his temples. A suit tailored like second skin. He looks like control. He smells like rules you want to break. His list: bondage, anal play, slow torture of the best kind. He likes precision over chaos. “I enjoy unwrapping a woman like a gift. Slowly. Thoroughly. I want to hear you thank me for every second of restraint.”

Sure, he'd get a little mad at the situation, but he's a man of reason nonetheless. (*Originally alpha male: this is the word for male personality type. A person who is confident, attractive to women, easy to approach, has leadership qualities and wide social connections, belongs to the type of person who likes to show off. Slightly opposite to beta male: less open and attractive to women, more inclined to intellectual activities.)

But Zavian had articulated her feelings on the matter perfectly. "There’s a certain category of pathetic, insecure males who delude themselves into believing they become 'real men' when they use their fists against women. In reality, they are weak, impotent cowards with severe inferiority complexes they try to cover with bravado and violence. They lack trust or believe in themselves, so they show off their physical strength against a weaker target," Zavian added coldly then took a contemplative sip of his wine.

"I didn't realize that it's contagious! Bell, get the hazard masks out and lock these dudes away!" I scowl at him, not finding his overreacting funny this time 'round. "He's not at risk of developing the fatal man-flu. It's called man-flu for a reason. It's not sissy-flu!" Troy speaks up once again, voicing his dumb opinions. "BroBoyBand won't get it because he's not a man, so don't scare the poor wimp for nothing!"

" It's more than that. Behaviorally and how you carry yourself are also key components on what defines a true man." " Does Chicken Alfredo guy qualify to be a man ?Does he exude those 'key components' that you're talking about?" I could tell by the way she looked at me after asking that that she could tell I was looking down on this newly found lover of hers, disrespect oozing out of my pores and seeping into my aura. " He's more man that you could ever be , " " Ouchies!" I feigned emotional pain, hand clasped against my chest tightly.

I created a new social media account and used a downloaded image of a woman's attractive back view as the profile picture, making sure her face wasn't visible. I then started following Clyde's account with the new handle, liking and commenting on his posts. "You're so well-built! I wish you would just hoist me up in the air!" "You're the epitome of a real man—my boyfriend can't even come close to you!" I made my comments as sycophantic and suggestive as possible, perfectly playing into his massive ego.

He explained, “I’m just exhausted.” Right, he was just too tired. “I’ll be fine after I sleep.” Right, he would be fine after he slept. “Elior, we’re old. We have to take good care of our bodies. Cut down on the clubs and bars. It’s bad for you.” After he heard this, Elior thought he was hearing things. He looked at the man who was speaking calmly and felt like he had seen a ghost. “The f*ck are you talking about being old? You’re old. I’m a big and strong man in my prime. So many girls are waiting for me. It’ll be a loss for them if I’m not there.”

I just chuckled. “I don't think your men know me. You should tell them a little about me so they’ll think twice before trying me.” I said, voice low. Then to the man who was probably reaching for a gun. “Go ahead. But make sure you tell your boss he’ll have to find someone else to clean up this mess. And he’ll never get what he wants.” The lead man hesitated, then took a slow step back. “This isn’t over, Llewellyn.”

I wanted someone mature who understood relationships "So your future man...what type of man do you like...tall, muscular...grumpy, handsome...rich...older"Kyan went on listing all the qualities of an ideal man. I didn't know if he was describing his older brother or just his foolishness. I didn't know what to say but looking at him rubbing my feet with his expression fixed on my delicate feet I had to say despite everything he was innocent and charming