Rugged Gentleman Novels & Stories

That man is the man he spotted with Eka at the nightclub. "Oh Mrs. Tanaya, good day", the fine man bowed his head politely to Rina. Rina bowed back to respond to his formalities. "My name is Roy, it is a pleasure to meet you" the gentleman cupped Rina forehand as he kneeled. The gentleman had a very striking white leather coat. His appearance was somewhat similar to a scientist because of his white coat. He wore a black fedora, carrying a cane on his left hand. Roy's brunette straight hair made him look like a dashing man, which is indeed he is a dashing man. Even Rina was apalled and charmed by his looks and manner.

She could only gape at him in shock as her palms turned clammy. Noticing her lack of response, he smiled at her, assuring her silently. “Shall we?” The man said and held his hand in front of him. Miranda frowned seeing his courteous behavior. The man as gentlemanly as possible and it was something that could be not found in men other than the ones from the noble birth. However, his rugged attire completely contradicted his behavior.

He ventured cautiously. "How many times are you going to remind me?" I asked. "Who's he?" Kim asked and stood in my front. "If he's giving you trouble, tell me, I can just discard him." She added and I smiled. "It's nothing." "I blame Alex for letting visitors into this organization." He replied angrily and walked out. "What's his name?" Kim asked. "James," I paused and she frowned. She wanted me to tell her his surname. "James Gerald." I answered.

(Lucas's POV) The gleaming black sedan pulled up to the Blackwood estate with perfect timing. I adjusted my cufflinks one final time before stepping out, ensuring every aspect of my appearance projected the refined gentleman image I'd cultivated. Tonight's gathering would be crucial. After weeks of careful positioning, I was finally ready to introduce my father to Western Territory's elite circles. Richard emerged from the passenger side with practiced grace. His traditional Northern Territory ceremonial jacket caught the evening light, the subtle gold pack insignias gleaming against the deep blue fabric. The garment was a calculated choice—distinctive enough to command attention while maint

Hunter responded. After taking a swig from his glass, the man asked, “So why are you turning down such beautiful ladies?” “In case you're gay, I'm straight.” Hunter raised his hands at the man. “Don't come at me with no gay stuff.” The man threw his head back and roared with laughter. He looked like he was in his mid-forties. He didn't look feminine at all, quite the opposite. He looked like a macho man. With his low-cut hair, and cleanly cut moustache that met his bearded chin. He was wearing a white t-shirt that hugged his biceps and a gold watch around his right wrist. Hunter noticed a silver ring on his ring finger.

I tried the flaterry route if all else fails pander to his ego, "You've been incredibly generous with your extentions, and as I said I would have your money tomorrow." "Generous," he scoffed, "When have I ever been associated with generosity," I was digging my own grave. Of course, a man like him would take being generous as an insult. I had completely forgotten that men like Warren Astor were a different breed, their humanity had been stripped from them the moment they were born, not just with a silver spoon in their mouth but an entire set of cutlery. "Never, you've never been sir." There was a glimmer of something dangerous in his eyes, he seemed more relaxed, the tension in his jaw had s

Russo's eyes flashed with anger, directed at Amateo. "Don't expect him to act like a gentleman around her all the time." Vene muttered to Russo and walked away, scanning the surroundings. "Gentleman!" Amateo scoffed and his smile dropped. "I'm not one." I heaved a deep sigh. "I should head back." I muttered, sensing that three brothers were close to each other. I could imagine how challenging life must be for them without their parents. Russo's gaze softened on me and he dipped his chin. I took off his coat and offered it back to him. Our gazes locked for a moment, before his fingers grazed mine. An electric wave rushed from my hand to my stomach. I should keep my distance from him.

Just feeling the caffeine enter my body was good enough. "Feeling better?" Hunt asked, leaning forward and drinking from his own mug. I nodded and then got down to finishing the rest of my sandwich and coffee. When I was done, I felt warm inside and happy too. It'd been long since I'd felt either of those things. "We'll be moving the traps further into the woods this year," a burly man in a red and black plaid shirt said as he walked into the store with a rifle in his large hand. He wore a dirty brown cap over his head with thin strands of dark hair sticking out front underneath. There was something about him that reeked of danger. I could smell it all over him along with the strong stench o

I finally spotted a rugged man, covered in grease, crawling out from under a wrecked car. I blushed instantly, not because of how dirty he was, but because he exuded a raw, masculine energy that was hard to ignore. He was wearing only a tight white tank top, probably to stay cool while working, which made his muscular build even more pronounced. Sweat dripped down his tanned skin, soaking into his shirt and highlighting the firm contours of his chest. The sight was undeniably captivating. He twisted open a bottle of water and drank deeply, his Adam’s apple moving up and down with each gulp.

“I recognise that bike.” I stepped towards the leader of the group who had come a good ten metres closer than the rest of them; a tall gentleman, slim. Bright yellow stripes on his bike. Matching helmet. The London charter of the Henchmen. “Rogue, good to see you. I didn’t expect you to be in the area?” “Wasn’t planned, Duchess, I promise,” he replied, pulling his helmet off and giving me a smile that would have melted the pants off a lot of other women.