Straight Man Novels & Stories

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

They were not afraid to offend people like Stanley. Stanley's mouth twitched. "Hey man, that's nonsense. I'm not a playboy. You guys must have misunderstood something. Although I always have a beautiful woman with me, that was just for entertainment purposes for the growth of the company. I'm actually a humble gentleman."

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.

That feels like a massive victory. "You have a death wish, man." The voice is smooth, carrying a faint, relaxed drawl that couldn't be more different from Kirill’s harsh bark. I almost think I can detect a Southern twang in there. Turning away from the door, my gaze lands on the man who slipped into the room just before his boss stormed out. Saint is leaning against the concrete wall near the kitchenette, arms crossed loosely over his chest. He’s easily six-foot-one, built with the kind of lean, functional muscle that speaks of agility rather than Kirill’s overwhelming brute force. His black hair is cut short on the sides, slightly longer on top, and his skin is a warm, golden brown.

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

The ugly man clenched his fists as he heard that, wanting nothing more than to punch the other man, "Just shut up! I'll say this again, shut your mouth! Otherwise, I'll rip it out!" The mustache man laughed when he heard that, "What? You want to hit me? Let's just forget about what would happen if you broke the rules, even without the rules in place, you would still be no match for me. Stop thinking so highly of yourself! You're nothing in my eyes!"

Just two words sent chills down Hayden's spine, but his boiling anger isn't giving him any chances to show fragility. “You bastard, how dare you violate a straight man?” He was angry. His fear turned into horror and then anger as he realized that a strange handsome man who he mocked for acting like a knight actually bedded him while he was drunk. He wasn't a girl, and he was very straight! How dare he? “A straight man?” the man asked and scoffed in amusement as if what Hayden just said was funny. “You! Straight?” He pointed at Hayden in disbelief and let out a chuckle again.