Straight Man Novels & Stories

I The old man stood near the willow tree. He stood there, alone, forgotten. He was more than helpless; he was stronger than most men of his age. His face was stern. His nose was a bit bigger, crooked near the tip. His jaw was strong, almost anvil-like. His hair went in waves down his back.

Michael threw up his hands. “You are so—! I don’t even—! Oh my God, just leave him alone!” The man grinned. “Listen to your friend, tough guy. He clearly doesn’t give a damn.” I turned back to him, slow and deliberate. “You’re really eager to die, aren’t you?” The man didn’t flinch. If anything, he seemed amused. And then, the idiot did something truly stupid. He laughed. “Oh man,” he said, shaking his head. “You’re one of those guys, huh? The dramatic, mysterious tough guy type.”

S country president panted, slamming his fist on the table. Aaron looked at him peculiarly. “yet you want to become a beast. Very peculiar… very very strange. I don’t know if you have a brain or if you sold that too for money,” He watched as the man’s face turn red as a cherry. He looked like a constipated person who was trying to push out a big poo. Aaron laughed out loud. “Someone get him a constipation tablet. He looks like he might have a lot of trouble pooing,” “you bastard!!!” the man rushed to him and threw a fist.

Their immoral banter was cut short by a masculine voice coming from the right staircase. They both looked up to see a bald, muscular man coming down the stairs. He had small eyes, a tiny pointed nose, adorable pink lips, and a perfect, model-like jawline. He also wore a shirt that exposed his biceps and an expensive pair of trousers, clearly indicating that he was no average person. "Asmo, the devil in the flesh!" the man screamed as he spotted Asmodeus. "Johnny Saint, the living legend of our time," Asmo replied. They walked toward each other, sharing a brotherly hug and a classic handshake.

He kept a straight face and looked as if everyone owed him money. The strong man picked up a pair of unused cutlery from the tray and walked over to the table where Alex was sitting. He then slammed the cutlery in his right hand on the table, ignored the others, and looked squarely at Alex. His voice was slightly hoarse as he said, "It won’t be a problem to join you right?" Alex responded unrestrainedly, "I do have a problem. Who are you?"

Now we definitely looked at him, like ‘He is crazy! What the hell are they even talking? “Guys, stop those stupid thoughts. Can’t you see Mr.Stone is the groom in the first place?” Rashi said rolling her eyes. “Really?” Rani asked. And remaining looked at me for my reply. I nodded and went near him, and he immediately smiled at me with adore. “Oh my God! He is not Mr.Stone. Mr.Stone never smiles at all, and here he is smiling and looking at you like you are an angel.” Rani whispered to us.

a lewd smile plastered on his face, and he got up on his feet. "You know I'm not a fan of short girls, but I'll make an exception for you," the man said, drawing in a puff of smoke and exhaling it through his mouth and nostrils at the same time. Stacey stepped back, coughing as a result of the smoke and awful smell; she covered her nose with her palms. "She looks like a kid to me," the other man said as he walked closer to them. "I am, please... Let me... Go..." Stacey pleaded clasping her hands together as the man took steps closer to her.

The man asked with a loop sided grin that showed his gold teeth. Storm’s face remained unshaken, carrying no emotions. “You can said that, “he replied, “and I guess you never get tired of your old toys.” The smaller man standing by Omar gritted his teeth but didn’t say anything. Omar laughed like a pig and hugged the smaller man’s waist. “Tobi, baby don’t tell me you are still affected by Storm’s insults, you know he is just kidding.” He winked . “I am not, “Storm corrected.

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

Then I smiled. The kind of smile that makes smart men check for exits. “Wrong answer, old man.”