Southern Man Novel Novels & Stories

Before I could gasp for breath, he shoved me to the floor. My bare skin pressed against the icy tiles. But I couldn't feel the cold. All I wanted was to get up to my feet. However, the man stepped on my back instead. "You remind me of a woman. She was very beautiful, and she had a red mole on the corner of her eyes." At that moment, I stopped struggling against the man. I couldn't believe what I heard. Was Savannah the woman that gray-suited man was talking about? He seemed to have sunk into his memories of the past, for he began monologuing on his own.

Cynthia apologizes to his wife as she consoles her, and tells her she is just like her, she never trusts any man. And the woman thanks both Cynthia and her friend, that they have really helped her in life, and the woman left home and carried her children and they never came back to the man again, the man was rendered homeless just as Cynthia promised him. Yes, baby, we are done, that man never deserves peace, Cynthia, says now I can travel back to the Southern state.

Chapter 72 Selena's POV The man scoffed but slammed his hand over the cash, pulling it slowly to himself without breaking my stare. "I see you're one fearless young lady", he snarled out, baring his brown teeth to me. In all honesty, I was a tad bit frightened by him but not so much that I physically trembled. It was more of a cautious sort of fear. "Come on then", he drawled out, the heavy southern accent in his tone prominent.

He questioned calmer than he was before. Elena was a stubborn woman, she wanted the man for herself even though she knew he had no feelings for her, she couldn't help but desire him. And after what she had managed to get him to do this morning she couldn't help but hope for more. "I just wanted to ask if you want to have lunch with me." She innocently smiled up at him. He was hurting her both knew that, the hard grip he had on her arm will surely bruise her but neither cared.

Wendy said with a catch in her throat, "Our families are long-time friends. You can't just leave me like this. Otherwise, I'll tell my father!" Lucian finally caved in. He said to me, "Nina, I'll take her to the hospital. Stay here and have fun. I'll be back soon." I nodded, hoping that they would leave quickly, so I could go home and rest too. Once they all left, I was planning to leave too. Right at this moment, the doors to the room open. A group of homeless men entered! They immediately locked their eyes on me and snickered lewdly. "That woman wasn't lying. Not only are we getting paid, but we also get to sleep with such a gorgeous woman! We're in luck!"

He sat in his garden and grinned at the thought of the irony of the warning his colleagues gave him. Detective Flynn, prior to his arrival in Dirty South, bought an apartment close to Chief Kaave's mansion. To take down the mafia in Dirty South, he needed to be close to the rulers of the mafia. He thought about his family in New Orleans, his aged mother and three siblings. His younger sisters and brother.

*** Unbeknownst to Sarah, the man she still loved was pulling into his apartment complex on the other side of the city, exhausted after a hectic shift. Thank God I decided to relocate closer to work, he realized. I can’t imagine driving more than ten minutes after the night we just had. He parked his truck and wearily climbed the stairs to his apartment door. Once inside, Tim kicked off his shoes, then wandered down the hall to the bathroom. Fifteen minutes later, he was standing in front of his refrigerator in his sweatpants, trying to decide whether he had enough energy left to cook himself something to eat. A random thought popped unbidden into his tired mind and set every nerve ending al

How savage could this woman be? Yvonne suddenly felt a little suffocated. She was trying to stop herself from caring about this man but the news about him coming to South City had affected her. South City was her home. She could not refuse to go home just because this man was here and even became the overlord of South City.

Thomas suppressed a laugh, he couldn't blame her for her reaction but they needed a room so he wanted her to at least be subtle about it. "Y'all wantin' something?" the man asked in a deep southern voice before coughing his lungs out. "Hello sir, my friend, and I, were just passing, and wanted to know if you had a room for rent?" he asked. The man mulled over his question before his beedy brown eyes widened in realization. "Yere, actually we do gots a room, it's a single. Y'all want that?" he asked adjusting his ratty hair piece that slipped from his head.

She jumped to reach it and almost slipped to fall, fortunately, there was a hand holding her back and thwarted her from falling. “Thank you!” Sonya smiled at the man who helped her to get the book. That man only smiled without saying any words and left her to another row of bookshelves. Sonya stared at the back of that man who was wearing a black shirt and an old pair of jeans. He was tall and had enigmatic eyes with a mysterious smile while he caught Sonya staring at him with his eyes. Sonya cleared her throat and turned her head away. She approached Frank’s desk to submit the book and borrow it. “Hey, you have fifteen minutes to accompany me having breakfast?” She whispered and turned her