Stand Up Guy Manwha Novels & Stories

A lot of people stayed away from me because they considered my father harsh and dangerous. Alexander had not corrected the man that I was not one of his Suka. The smirk on the man's face was evident. He must have thought that I was a prostitute. "Petrov," Alexander called in a deadly tone, maintaining eye contact with the Chinese man. However, he was actually calling on the Russian man, who turned to look at him. “Yes, Viper”, Petrov replied. Viper? I almost laughed at the nickname, but I was able to stifle in my laughter without letting any of the men know that I was about to laugh.

"Yes, she's a woman. She's my girlfriend, named Reina." So, humans who have a different body shape than me are called women. "Why, that square thing gives off an image?" "Of course!! Look at this, handphone making music too." I was surprised to hear that voice, it made me cover my ears immediately. "Stop!!" I ordered, with a trembling body now, that voice is no longer heard. "What kind of sound is that, I've never heard such a sound." "This is not sound, this is music. Music is sound with pitch.”

Without realizing, the corners of his lips curled into a meaningful smile. A burly man who stood at about 1.9 meters stepped forward. 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!”

I used to think this man is nothing special. Just another skinny guy, no muscle, no strength — someone ordinary. But the moment I see him shirtless for the first time… I realize how dangerous it is to underestimate Byun Baekhoon. He isn’t skinny at all. He’s built. Broad shoulders, solid arms that flex every time he moves, veins trailing down like a map of temptation. His chest — firm, defined, maddeningly inviting. Just looking at it makes heat coil low in my stomach.

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The man forcefully shook off Joshua's hand and gave him a once-over before saying, "So you're Joseph's younger twin brother—Joshua Coleman?" Joshua remained silent. The man then turned to me and asked, "And you're the one who called Joseph?" Samantha and Lynda happened to overhear that sentence as they walked out of the house. Everyone, except for me, froze in shock. Someone in the crowd couldn't help but ask, "What do you mean by that, sir?"

The master ceremony said with his beautiful red slay queen attire. “I have here with me on stage very important personalities who will be addressing us very soon and among other persons seated here is our own dear courageous and undefeatable JEFSEXY.” The crowd cheers him up again even louder as so many people struggle to have a clearer view of him.. “JEFSEXY!!! JEFSEXY!!! JEFSEXY!!!.” The crowd cheers him up. “Alright we begin by saying every man here gets your partner as fast as possible and gets your bottle of whiskey and an empty glass because it's about to go crazy right now."

She whispered. "Hi. You must be Anna Miller?" said the gorgeous man behind the table. He does not look like a CEO of the company. Mas mukha pa siyang manginginom, yung tipong sa beerhouse na tumitira pero masyado siyang malinis para sa ganon. Siguro sa gentleman's club na lang. "That's me," she said in a little voice, sounding a little bit sarcastic. "And you are?" I gave him a quizzical look.

A handsome man walked toward me. It was Gideon. When he saw Selene lying on the ground, he rushed forward to help her up, his eyes full of concern. "Selene, did Keira bully you again? Ever since you were brought home, Keira has been opposing you at every turn. She knows you have no parents, yet she deliberately gets close to hers just to hurt you. "She'll be arrogant and domineering even after becoming the Luna. How can I feel at ease letting someone like her manage the pack with me?"

"Wait. Wha?-" They stood underneath a palm tree his view more unbelievable than the wavering water, he stood facing the man wet dream were made of. Watching Wayo and Pha disappearing from sight all that remained was a very handsome Ming, standing cross armed. Focusing on his arm all Kit could focus on was his biceps and how they felt holding him hostage, face flushing his embarrassment. "We fine? We don't need to talk."