Rugged Gentleman Novels & Stories

He pointed at Zayn and scolded, “Who the f*ck do you think you are? What are you doing acting all high and mighty? Do you even know who Mr. Gonzalez is, f*ck!” The burly man had a heavyset body, and was half a head taller than Zayn. He stared right through Zayn in a threatening manner. He looked like he was a ruffian. Anyone would have dreaded encountering a ruffian like him, and anyone who was brave enough to challenge him was probably a madman. Rugal waved his hand nonchalantly like he was swatting a fly. “Get this guy out of here.” The burly man nodded at Rugal respectfully. He turned around and cracked a ruthless smile. He rubbed his palms together in anticipation. “You’ve lucked out, bo

He was not wearing his suit, but just nice black jeans and a black shirt with an adjacent jacket. Dangerously handsome! I whispered and immediately looked away. "Here to surprise me, aren't you?" A husky voice came from behind me, the damn voice that had a slight ascent to it. To be continued… Finally, many things happened? And a gripping start of their love story, stubborn hearts, insane love, and possessiveness altogether a RUTHLESS ROMANCE They have started analyzing their feelings but this stubbornness, I tell you. How is Scarlett going to be as a famous Fashion Designer as said by Eric?

"Now go show off your husband for a bit! He's looking quite the outdoorsman himself; wouldn't you say?" My gaze darted towards Regan, who stood across the room. My breath hitched. He looked...incredible. I approached Regan, who stood a little distance away, looking incredibly handsome in his hunting gear. He wore a dark green jacket that highlighted his broad shoulders, rugged trousers, and sturdy boots. He held a sleek hunting rifle, and the sight of him made my heart race. For a moment, I forgot the unease churning in my stomach, momentarily captivated by the man before me. He just looked good and cool with his outfit.

"You’re gonna pull a muscle if you keep trying to growl at us. And I’ve got a bad back, I don’t need the extra stress." My vision swam as I fought to keep my head up. A man stepped into the light of the entryway. He was wearing an expensive leather duster over a mismatched military uniform, a pair of aviator sunglasses perched on his nose, and munching on a neon-pink candy bar. "I am the one and only Gideon," he said, bowing with exaggerated grace.

Jeremy leaned over her, so close, it made her skin burn hot. “Do you have something against champagne?” His wolf eyes flashed gold. “I believe you were looking for me.” Wearing a dress Stetson and a well-fitted suit that highlighted the breadth of his shoulders and the lean muscles of his hips, he looked far too delicious for any woman’s good. But with his wolf eyes glowing liquid gold in the pale moonlight and the rim of his Stetson casting further shadow on his handsome features, showcasing just the hint of his wicked grin, she knew he was anything but a gentleman.

I say. "To be fair, we are wolves and you're a 'stray' aka 'rogue' and I never said that"" I am not a stray, you,you hypocrite" I said. He stopped walking and faced me, " Don't make me regret saving you"" Last time I checked, I didn't ask to be saved" I shot back at him. He scoffed, " yeah you're right, you didn't ask me to do it but I have to for the sake of my pack which you won't understand since you're a rogue" he snapped.

Unlike my Father that had his cut, the stranger let it grow and they were just about long enough to be worked into besides which would sit in his shoulders. That sharp, thin nose and broad chin on the stranger just added a pebble to his good looks. On top of all that, he was fit. I don't mean the daily exercise kind of guys. I mean fit and strong enough to deliver a ghastly punch to your nose if you weighed him. He dresses in a dark brown jacket with a white singlet underneath complimented with fitted trousers and boots. He looked more of a biker than a driver. “Too bad that you didn't succeed to put me away like you always wanted.”

"You’re crossing into the Untamed Territories with your scent masked. That makes you either a fugitive or an idiot. In these woods, they’re usually the same thing." "Which one are you?" Anya challenged, her body tensed to bolt. The man finally looked up. He didn't have the mark of a pack-wolf. He had no status, no crest, no rank. He was a Rogue—a true one, unbonded, unchained, and likely insane. He smiled, a jagged expression that didn't reach his eyes.

They communicated in sharp, rapid Italian. The thick, rolling vowels carried a distinct, heavy Sicilian accent. A man stepped out of the lead Aston Martin. He was an older gentleman, perhaps in his late sixties. He wore a sharp, double-breasted gray suit and carried a silver-handled walking stick. His silver hair was combed back perfectly. He looked like an aristocrat stepping out for an evening at the opera, completely unbothered by the carnage and smoke surrounding him. He walked through the ruined doorway, his leather shoes stepping neatly over the shattered glass. The armed men immediately parted, lowering their weapons and bowing their heads in deep respect.

They finally acknowledged our presence when one of his friends, I got to know was Raymond called out to Tunji. "Guy won't you acquaint us with the ladies that came in with you?" His voice sounded gruff, he had a gentleman's outlook with the way he was casually dressed, trousers-not sagging- and all but he sounded pretty much like a stereotypical gangster. Still he was handsome, his beards, neatly trimmed, you'd almost want to feel them. TDH, I tell you. His girl clung to him like a leech but who wouldn't? A fine man with a good bank account? Not a very common combination in these parts, forget cliche novels and movies for a moment.