Rugged Gentleman Novels & Stories

The stubble shadowing his chin made him look even older as if the years had piled on faster than they should have. And he was furious. His muscles bulged against the black tuxedo he wore—sleek, spotless, and as impeccably groomed as his hair. My father once said you could judge a person’s character by how they dressed. This man looked like a gentleman—but a hostile gentleman who might just eat me alive. The shock of finding someone else here—another human—was overwhelming. I didn’t remember him from the barge. He must be from here. But the tuxedo, the controlled stance, the way he straddled the rhino beast…

Next to him sat Jermaine Leonard and a shirtless bronze-skinned, sturdy-built, middle-aged man. Clifford and Jermaine were familiar faces, but it was the first time the bronze-skinned middle-aged man showed his face. His name was Achilles, one of the Eighteen Generals of the Regal Palace. His bronze skin and iron bones’ toughness were like steel, invulnerable to swords and spears. Among the Eighteen Generals of the Regal Palace, Achilles’s combat power was ranked as the top few on the list.

But just as he was about to turn up an avenue left in the ranks to get to the rare, a young gentleman in a smart looking whisky hailed him good naturedly, and offered to pull in a little closer to the coach on his right, and so contrive a space for the gig. Patrick accepted this offer thankfully, and after a little maneuvering and some protests from a party of men seated on the roof of the coach, room was made, and Patrick could be comfortable again. The owner of the whisky seemed to be a friendly young man. He had a chubby, smiling countenance, with a somewhat roguish pair of eyes. He was dressed in a blue single breasted coat with a long waist, a blue waist coat with inch wide yellow strip

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.”