Stand Up Guy Manwha Novels & Stories

the goon ordered darsh. Darsh lifted his hands in the air, in surrender. " Ohh! so you people are going to rape her, so who is going to rape her first should come forward and take her " After listening to this Sanjana's tears started falling again ." Yeh Kaisa aadmi bheja hai, Kanha ".(What kind of man did you send to help me my God )

He had gone completely blank. Junsu, on the other hand, sits right next to So Eun and looks around the stage, suspicious that the best rookie actor appears to be looking in his direction. When his gaze is drawn to something, Lee Hyuk Soo appears perplexed. Junsu followed Hyuk Soo's gaze as it moved to So Eun. After seeing his girlfriend, the man standing tall on stage has a mental break down.

scratch that the most ugly man i have ever seen stepped out of the car Jeez his looks could kill , from his manly flawless face to his beautiful lips and oh my God his physique, his muscles were literally trying to rip - off his shirt... gosh i think he's a greek God Who the fu***ing hell are you " his sexy voice brought me outta my trance"

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

Damn, this guy surely has a big mouth and his head knows how to cope with his arrogance. His tone is all arrogant, yet he knows how to control his ego and give a befitting reply to any insult he receives. "I am disgusting, so what are you? Maybe a manwhore, who didn't get any clean pussy, that's why linking up with a dirty one." "I have no problem in getting called a manwhore because a whore needs a manwhore, what do you say?" "How about showing your face, then maybe you get someone. You are already so scared to show your face, so how proud you are?" I spoke with a happy smile. This is what you get when you try to get on the nerves of someone like me.

I held my breath, but then a wave of heat hit me, carrying a thick, foul stench. "What are you doing here?" A girl's voice echoed in my ear. I spun around and shook her hand off. Jane stood before me with a trash bag in hand. I clamped my hand over my nose to block out the stench. Jane tilted her head down and chuckled. Then, she looked at me, her eyes filled with mockery. "Disgusted, huh? You think you're better than me? Last night, your boyfriend was begging for me. You should've seen how hard he held on to me at the end. I could barely breathe."

"Guys, my sister just sent this to me!" "What is it?" Yeojun asked and the four of us moved in closer to see what Mingyu was trying to show us on his phone. "Is that…" Yeojun gaped. "8… It says 8." Jaehyeon looked at Mingyu. "Is this legit?" "It is!" Mingyu beamed. "S.T.A.Y, we- Manager-nim! 'To You' is 8th on the Top 100 list now!" Manager Park briefly glanced at us, just as surprised. "Already?"

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