Stand Up Guy Manwha Novels & Stories

The woman was heavyset and was wearing a bright pink dress, and was busily making googly eyes at her equally young, but thinner, male companion. The conversation to my right between the dudebros, the silver fox and the shorter blue-eyed man with the Stella had something to do about an early meeting the next morning, and a crowd of dudebros soon formed around the two gentlemen. The blue-eyed man seemed to be directing the younger ones, who soon dispersed. He signaled for another Stella, and after it arrived he smiled at me. "They are enthusiastic, aren't they? It's all about channeling that energy, sometimes."

“Let’s go home and you can tell me all about them.” We turned to walk to where the driver Clara insisted on waited at the curb. Then a voice called out. “Maya? Maya Surman? Is that you?” The voice was familiar in a way that tugged at a much older, simpler part of my brain. I turned. A man was walking toward me, a friendly, confused smile on his face. He was tall, with kind eyes and dark hair that had a few threads of gray. He wore a simple, well-fitted button-down and chinos. He looked… normal. Warm. Real.

"Scram! What are you all looking at? You bunch of broke losers! What I do is my own business! Do any of you have this kind of money? Say one more word and I'll make sure you all suffer a miserable death!" Her brazen attitude undoubtedly enraged the crowd. Someone grabbed her by the hair and slammed her hard onto the ground, and then fists and kicks rained down upon her mercilessly. In an instant, the woman who had just been so radiant and immaculate was reduced to a wretched, battered mess. I took in the miserable sight of her like it was some kind of comedy. My gaze held nothing but amusement. What she had endured so far didn't even qualify as an appetizer. The real revenge and pain was yet

Between the two men standing there—having long abandoned any hope of using an umbrella—their breaths, thick and suffocating enough to sear the lungs, mingled intensely in the vibrating air. Yuhwan’s solid, heavily built frame—stretching an imposing 190 cm with proportions that felt meticulously sculpted by a deity—exuded a wild, feral dominance combined with his drenched black hair. His muscles, glistening under the slick coat of rainwater, were coiled tight and ready to burst, like a predator cornering its prey. Standing right beside him, Haneul Jang’s crimson hair was equally soaked, clinging to the slim line of his shoulders as water cascaded down. Through his translucent, wet shirt, Hane

Truthfully everyone were just shocked at how perfect this man can be, on top of having a perfect looks his voice were also as manly as it should be, those low deep and husky voice, were enough to make any woman shuddered when they heard it. “.…Where is my seat?..”. “AHH!!…oh sorry!…here..here…you can sit down right next to me, Sir…Oh…Mister Mies…”. (Suk Jae Hyuk) By the time President Mies already standing in the middle of the set by himself without anyone even saying anything to him despite him already giving his introductions, only then Suk Jae Hyuk who is the MC of the show were able to grip on the real world and get is act together. Seeing the man literally standing in front of him, Suk

Hana calmly ordered Moan to pull up all the nets, once catching all the people who had just stood in the ring out of the pits. Gunwo's condition was indescribably pathetic. Water bubbles still clinging to his body, Gunwo's desperate gaze staring at Hana was not weak. Even though he lost, he insisted on not opening his mouth to plead with Hana. It was the last self-esteem Gunwo wanted to give back.

"Okay, now I really believe it. There's no way a woman could have pecs like that." My shirt was torn to shreds. It made me look like some kind of homeless person, so I just took it off. I stood there shirtless. Finally, no one doubted my gender anymore. Dr. Stevens screamed in despair. "Why would a man grow his hair this long? Are you a pervert? Why did you use a pad? You freak! You tricked me!" I spread my hands. "I already told you my hemorrhoids ruptured. If I showed up at the hospital bleeding everywhere, that'd be terrifying. Putting on a pad is better for everyone, right?"

she addressed herself. Gail snorted. "Moving on, his pack is called Hana, which is Korean for one. Dae-Hyun is a king because he's rich, good looking, gosh it always gets old the third time around, and because he is a brute you do not want to mess with. He's physically and verbally very able to wound you, and out of all three kings, he's most known and more likely to make knuckle to skin contact. If you're thinking he just some chop-slop, think again because the guys has a black belt in judo, taekwondo, and a ten other type of martial arts known to man, or something. To top that, his father, who's Lee Tan of Lee Inc., is partners with Ashwood International so he basically functions as if he