Straight Man Novels & Stories

I said with a fake smile on my face and I heard Greka laughing like a hyena. "Why are you so mean to me?" Thomas pouts and he looks ridiculous. "She's mean to everybody, Thomas. So don't act so special," Greka spat with full of irritation in her voice. "I see you've met the dreadful Rain," A familiar voice suddenly said. A man wearing a glasses with broad shoulders and masculine figure suddenly came in and smiles at my direction. "Direk the douche, delighted to see you again!" I fake the one excitement in my voice and Direk just chuckled.

Guston who was among the men turned to look at him and said; " big bro, you should join us. " The man glanced side ways at him. Guston shrank his neck as he was about to tell him it was fine if he didn't want to. But just then the man got up and went close to the table. Those watching were dumbfounded, as Mr Acosta isn't someone who would usually play this kind of games. It seems he's in a good mood today, some thought. Even Guston was astonished to see his big bro participate in this kind of game for the first time in two years.

“I don’t care who you are. I’ve already told you so much. Are you going to buy a woman or not?” That fat man was starting to lose his patience. James suddenly lifted the fat man off the ground and said slowly, “I’m an earthling.” “What?! You’re an earthling?” The fat man was taken aback. Following that, he quickly attempted to strike back at James and thrust his palm forward. James allowed the attack to land on him. However, the fat man’s full-force attack did not even scratch James. “Y-You…” The fat man’s mouth hung open incredulously.

"It's called a cane, an effective instrument for insolent girls." My eyes narrowed with a focused glare trained on him. "So manly of you, hitting a girl... what one-third of your age?" "You are not that young," he accused, sounding offended. A man's ego is always sensitive than his balls. I stepped a little away from the cane's line of firing, offering a broad grin. "I was implying you are old." Instead of being offended this time, he did the unthinkable - Marco smile. And no, not the calculated, forced or unnatural smile, but a broad grinning smile.

the man said in between chuckles that Shania wanted to slap him across the face and shut him up “Oh let me guess… you can't play golf…tsk tsk, it's a shame I'm more into women who aren't just pretty… but skilled in various fields,” the man added, giving a sarcastic expression. I didn't like the tone of his voice…especially when he was insulting me in broad daylight

she informed and sat down, her legs crossed waiting for Mr Grant. Then she saw him emerging from the elevator. He is a tall, muscular man, fairer than most English men, his hair, dark and long and styled. His expensive designer suit was perfect on him, a sure indication that he loves going to the gym. His unique grey eyes shine with excitement at the sight of Miss Kevin. His jawline, well sculptured and he walked towards Nicole “Thank you for coming Miss Kevin” he said, smiling. Nicole smiled. It's just impossible for her not to reciprocate this man's friendly meeting. He came over to meet her instead of sending one of his men? And as he smiled, he exposes a beautiful dentition.

He pointed one of his fingers at me and said; "stay out of my business! Mind yours! Better still, go home to your poor crying mother!" Mr Smith was visibly angry at that moment. I had known who he was from childhood. He was a man in his mid-sixties and was known for being too harsh to people especially, children. Mr Smith has a wife but, no child. A reason he hardly smiles instead, he appears angry and serious all the time.

said the Gendud man in his heart. "And the proof is that no one has been able to beat one of the three kings to date but it is different with you Samuel, we will see to what extent your greatness is" said the Fat Man in his heart smiling. The Skinny Boy only saw the Fat Boy who was smiling to himself. "We'll see who will be the strongest person from all continents in this second world ?" Said the Fat Man in his heart.

"Do you know how he killed people? He's a trainer, the kind that specializes in teaching people to lift weights. He doesn't play music in his gym, he plays 'Tom and Jerry'. One time during training just put on the funniest episode, more than twenty trainees laughed until they smashed themselves to death, and he came in." I was completely dumbfounded, my brain lumped together and only just turned back around. "Did he look strong to you? Like he was powerful? His arm muscles look the biggest in the whole room, right?" I nodded numbly. Madman narrowed his eyes and smiled. "All the new Slave feel the same way, haha, in fact, he has a scary muscle for nothing, but the person is a coward, others c

Drunken Moon promptly strode between them and snapped coolly, "I've already found out about the details on the matter. Your party is the one in the wrong here—forget not apologizing, you're really going to cause more trouble? How do your brains even function?" The middle-aged man laughed coolly. "Strength decides justice. And without that, you have no right to talk to me. And to the strong, you're as good as livestock—do you care about the opinions of livestock yourself?" Drunken Moon and Frank merely shared a smile—they were just planning to find some entertainment, and here that man was, challenging him with his paltry abilities. "Alright. Show me what you've got." Drunken Moon suddenly le