Straight Man Novels & Stories

He leaned on the wall, pulled out a smoke, he was just about to lit it when he noticed two birds,they were sort of communicating. The street was littered with all sort of dirt, smelled of strong sewage and animal dump. "The man knows what he wants" a man with shorts that displayed his hairy legs said. He had box that looked almost like a bag and a briefcase. "Look am just saying we've got a huge problem at hand,chief is a serious guy,tough guy,trust me,his gat his hand on them,they don't know it yet" an older guy replied,talking and looking back at Tom who was standing a few feet from them, he was pretending to be only interested in his smoke.

What type of man is that? ....

"Little brother, remember, if someone bullies you, just tell him my name as Elegant Wang Little Luban... Haha, I like you... Stop, you four bastards, I must beat you to shit today." The fat man manipulated a pair of long black iron meteor fists, like a skipping ball, disappeared in the distance. Ding Hao opened his mouth, shook his head, and laughed. He didn't expect to encounter such a funny fellow. Elegant Wang was also a wonderful man. He could contrast finely with Ren Xiaoyao, Superman in Altars in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts. Were all the fat people in the world so cute? He looked back at the closed wooden door, turned and strode away.

” the unknown man said, I stared at him with a “what the hell” look. “Seriously dude, firstly, I don't remember applying for a job and secondly, I don't even know your name or who you are, what if you're a serial killer” I said with a smile. “The name's Adrian” he said as he steps out of the shadows, “huh?” I asked in a dazed tone. The dude was fucking hot, he has dark messy brown hair and dark golden brown eyes coupled with a muscular physique, he could easily get into any girl's bed. I snapped out of my daze when I saw him smirk, asshole. “Huh” I asked again, more firmly this time. His smirk morphs into a grin and I sneer at him,” I said my name's Adrian”. I softened my features a bit and

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

"No need to wait until tomorrow. Let's settle it today." A sharply dressed man with glasses and a stern expression strode in confidently. He looked like a refined villain. "Who are you?" Everyone got goosebumps all over. "My name is Christopher, and I'm from the Smith family in Centropolis," he said expressionlessly. "Just kill yourselves now, hmm? Don't worry, I'll leave your corpses intact."

They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing. The old man spoke first directly to me. "James." It sounds more like an assessment than a greeting. He knows my name and greeted me even when it is the first time that we met. "Mr. Dankworth." I get out of the car with my palms up, careful to show empty hands, though my jacket still hides the weight at my hip. "Sorry to arrive like this. Someone tried to intercept us on the road. It was unexpected." Lance's eyes flick to Jane for a long beat, he was surprised. "You okay, sweetie?"

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

He laughed. “You’ve got curves.” He gestured toward her. “They move.” “And people notice.” Heat rushed straight to her cheeks. “Oh, we’re not finished.” Frank was enjoying himself far too much. “Your voice needs work too.” He cleared his throat and spoke in the deepest, most ridiculous voice he could manage. “‘Hello. I’m Tommy. The manliest man who ever manned.’” Daniela burst out laughing. “You sound like a dying bear.” “Exactly.” He pointed at her triumphantly.

I know it's sad that my first reaction is to kill someone to make myself feel better but it's all I’ve known. “Over here, little miss; no need to be so defensive. You are the one trespassing after all.” I turn on the spot to see a middle-aged man; he’s dressed in heavy jeans, huge boots and a stained white wifebeater. His hair is tied into a man bun at the back of his head and his beard is thick and bushy; all he’s missing is an axe and pile of wood.