Rugged Gentleman Novels & Stories

So I kept my hands to myself and stayed silent, praying that these men, who looked so much older and more… rugged than I’d imagined, wouldn’t just attack. “You’re breaching territory,” one of the two who’d stepped in front of us called from his position twenty feet down the road. Clearly the leader of this bunch, he stepped forward slightly without looking at the others. I guessed he was about thirty. He wore work boots and jeans, a thick thermal shirt that clung to his clearly very muscular and athletic body, and some kind of flack jacket or something over that. “I’m here for the Alpha,” Rig said. I was surprised by the emotionless tone he used. I’d expected his growl, or… I don’t know, som

He wore a white muslin shirt with ruffles on the frontal view and have high collar on its neck, reaching the chin when starched and standing up. The valet then topped it with a dark tailcoat having a waist-length cut in the front but continued up to the back of the knee. His lower body was adorned with a personally tailored pantaloon. Finally to complete the gentlemanly rugged look, he paired it with a polished tall boots extending mid calf, presenting him both as a noble and as a rake all together, with a devilish smirk plastered on his face. He rarely comes to the palace at least once and twice a year if necessary as he was far cry not the best amongst his fellow lordships with his indiffe

A towering figure, tall and massive, walked with an air of intimidation. The man's physique was imposing, muscles straining against the fabric of his dark shirt. His skin was a tapestry of scars and tattoos, each one telling a story of a life lived on the fringes of society. This was Macho, a man known for his brutality and ruthlessness in the criminal underworld.

I know this because I’m following his every movement, and I’m not even sure why. A silver Mercedes-Benz pulls up behind the SUV, and out of it alights a man, not younger than sixty, in a grey suit. The first thing I notice about the newcomer is that he’s fit for a man his age, he stands tall with the aura of a man who shouldn’t be trifled with. His salt and pepper hair and beard are well-groomed, an overall well put man. “Roman,” the man speaks, his face hardened with no life in his eyes. Christian, nonetheless, doesn’t seem to care, as if he knows his anger is greater than whatever the older man must be feeling.

Curiosity piqued, I headed over to investigate. Stein elaborated, "You should absolutely go to this gentleman, Baron. Ragen is a 33-year-old A-ranked mercenary with a solid reputation in this section of the territory. When the Count's soldiers stormed his town, it was alleged that they broke into his home and killed the women who had raised him. He used to be an orphan, but today he has a wife and two children."

I stated humorlessly as I threw my leg across my knee and folded my arms the best that I could, showing him that he didn't really scare me all that much. "You know, sixty-five of those men had mates and thirty of them had pups. I find it hard to believe that you don't care about that." Jayson smiled. Damn. Give the man a medal. He actually managed to smile, though it disappeared as quickly as it had appeared. "I'm a rogue. I will kill without thought. I don't have the time to care and I certainly don't have the time to pretend I actually have a heart." I shrugged carelessly. "What I would like to know is how the hell you managed to overpower some of the best trained fighters, without any hel

He was dressed casually in white clothing, displaying a gentlemanly elegance. He took the phrase "never judge a book by its cover" to the extreme.

He looked like he belonged in a boardroom somewhere, what with his air of sophistication and his penchant for getting things done in even the most impossible situations. It has caused many to underestimate his true essence to their own detriment because they fell for that veneer of gentlemanliness he used like a weapon. Like a cobra that strikes when least expected, so is he. They never see him coming, and some unsuspecting souls had bled out at his feet by the time they realized just what it was they were dealing with, and all because they'd been deceived by his appearance.

He hugged me while I continued fake crying. Damn, this man is the complete definition of a gentleman Alpha. No Alpha in this world can match him when it comes to this. He's serious and strict when he's supposed to be and he is gentle with the ones he loves. I know this is how his parents raised him. His pack has always been different from others.

It seems minor, but Eldric can't figure out why William has this gift, but he is happy to see it used for something good. The onlookers cheered from their feat! And from the crowd came two distinguished men. One is young, wearing armour with a rose insignia on its chest. The other is an older gentleman wearing expensive clothing, and this too has the same rose insignia on his chest. William can see the gentleman same as the age of Eldric if not older.