Random Guy Novels & Stories

It doesn’t take me long to cool off and catch my breath, and I’m thinking about heading back inside when the door swings open and someone comes out. It’s a guy I don’t recognize, but he looks to be in his early thirties. Most wolves stay in shape because of how active we are, but this guy has a little bit of a beer gut, and he stinks like booze. After he staggers out the door, he looks around, and his face splits into a big grin when he sees me leaning up against the building. “Well hey there, sweet thing,” the guy drawls, stepping toward me. “What brings you in here tonight?”

Can’t he find someone of his age? “That is really disappointing,” he paused. Bored I blew a raspberry earning me a chuckle from my neighbor. I took my drink and placed my card for the man to run through the machine. According to me it is a free drink since it is being paid by the she-devil. “I am waiting for your name baby.” Oh! He is still here. Slapping my palm against my forehead I looked at him and tried to speak as politely as I could. “Name’s Monkey but like I said not interested and remember boyfriend.” He doesn’t expect me to give him my real name does he?

This wasn't the man who was warm to me that night, this was the random guy that decided to ruin my meet-greet this morning by rudely bumping into me. "Is this some sort of joke?" I demanded as he closed the short distance between us and stood before me. His grin widened tauntingly, as a mysterious stout man came out of nowhere, he was an announcer. Well, they all had some kickback explaining to do because if this was a prank, I was sure going to make sure they never heard the end of it when I got back home. "Announcing!!..." The stout man began and as he took a deep breath, my irritation spiked as this man in front of me, regarded me with a bored expression.

aunt Ree agreed, opening the trunk. "Hey there ladies" a man jogged towards the women. "Hi" "Hi" "I haven't seen you ladies around here before." The man had brown hair and yellow eyes and looked around his late thirties. He was lean but fit and had a disarming smile on his face. "We just moved in today." Aunt Ree answered. "Ah you're new, I should've figured" he said smoothly, "well, my name is Razi. What are the names of the beautiful ladies I have the good luck to meet?"

I looked up and met Jason's eyes across the room. "You actually opened this place?" he asked, clearly surprised. "Not bad, Winter. Flying solo at last!" It was the first time we had met in person since they got together. Jason wore a striking white suit, his hair perfectly styled, and his dark eyes gleamed as if they could set anyone's heart on fire. I could tell he had an important date tonight. I passed him the flowers. "Yeah, whoever wants to do this menial work can have it. I'm free from the grind."

"There is this one guy at school. He's kinda tall with dark hair. Muscular. Sometimes I picture him." "This guy have a name?" I asked. "Probably?" Lucy said, "I've never talked to him. I see him in class sometimes." "It'd be weird if he didn't have a name," I said, "Like, if he was called Random Hotguy or whatever." "I'd call him Randy," Lucy said. "Well, that seems appropriate," I said.

Raven I look up to find a guy standing next to my booth. He’s tall with bright blue hair styled in that messy, deliberately careless way. Tattoos cover both his arms. He’s flanked by two other guys who are clearly with him. “Something like that,” I say, not really in the mood for conversation. “I’m Jared. Friends call me Jay.” He slides into the booth next to me without invitation. Too close. “I couldn’t help but notice you sitting here all alone. A beautiful girl like you shouldn’t be drinking by herself.”

Staring at the Handyman's Thick Bulge While He Worked Luke's shower had been broken for three days. His landlord sent a handyman over on a Saturday morning. When Luke opened the door, he forgot all about the shower. The handyman was big. Not tall and lean, but wide and thick. His name was Ray. He wore a faded grey t-shirt that was too tight and jeans that hung low on his hips. His arms were huge and covered in tattoos. His hands were rough and dirty. He looked like he could lift a car.

I turned and found a man standing there, attractive in an easy uncomplicated way, dark hair and a smile that suggested he knew exactly what he was doing and was very good at it. You look like you're having a good time, he said, leaning close so I could hear him over the music. Trying to, I said. I'm Jerry, he said, extending a hand. Robin, I said, shaking it. Want some company? he asked, his eyes steady on mine in a way that made his interest very clear. Sure, I said.

Just as I was about to turn around to go back to Gianna, I am stopped by his door opening. "I'm just getting a five pack right?" Some random dude calls out as his attention is focused on the people inside. "Yeah!" Someone calls out from inside, having the man in the door turn his body to leave, resulting in him facing me. As soon as the guy lays eyes on me, he is immediately taken aback. His eyebrows furrow together in confusion as he looks at me before speaking, "Yo who's this random bitch at the door?" He calls out, causing the inside to slightly quieten.