Straight Man Novels & Stories

Should they just kill the old man and run away from the pack? The friends were sure they could handle him even though the old man looked nothing like his age: with a towering height of 6'4 and a strong build. His white beards and slight stoop on his back were the only indications that he was old. "Well! Well! Well!" The old man accentuated every word, a big grin on his face as he stood before the four friends. "look who we've got here. The rebel and his friends!" The old man announced, throwing both of his arms in the air dramatically like one who was starting a speech.

"Hahaha! What kind of names are those? Rex? Sounds like a dog's name!" The burly man was laughing so hard that he was almost in tears. He pointed at Kairos with a mocking look and then walked up to Kairos again while holding a steel pipe. With a smile, he said, "I've met my fair share of people like you. Do you think you're impressive just because you gave yourself some strange names? I'm going to beat you up into a pulp today!"

I'm grateful for the government of the day and for this opportunity to hear from the people but we shouldn't open our doors and our ears to hear crabs and nonsense from gangsters. He spoke so calmly due to his age as he stretched his hands to Jefsexy and his crew. “How on earth do you ever imagine a man fucking a man and it seats down well with you?." “The anus isn't meant for fucking but for you to used it for your damned poop.” “ It's so irritating and disgusting when ever I hear a man will have the audacity to fuck a fellow man man.” Mr. Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually.

The insane man kept on screaming and shouting at the top of his lungs and exchanging words with a crazy woman. Suddenly he turned to face the back, with his mouth barbecuing. If not for the fact that he doesn't stagger, I will suggest that he is very drunk. His face was very familiar, like someone I am so sure I have seen somewhere, but his character is also familiar. On a closer look, I discovered that it was Jim and Kiara's... Should I call him a savior, a wrapper, or a friend? I looked closely to ascertain my thought: he was definitely the one with a different hairstyle.

My voice was razor-sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife. The bald one’s face twisted with rage. “You…” “You,” I cut him off, my smile stretching wider, “are a brainless ape with anger issues. Bet your mommy never hugged you as a kid, huh?” His nostrils flared, fists curling at his sides. I turned to the lean one. “And you? You look like you’ve been living in someone’s basement, jerking off to action movies and pretending you’re tough. Hate to break it to you, sweetheart, but carrying a gun doesn’t make you a man.”

A frivolous smile on his face, blond hair combed to the side and a neatly trimmed beard, Diego Guillermo had the charm and charisma of a rebel prince. "Yikes," he stopped by the door. His expression soured. "Geez, old man. Do you need a doctor to tell you cigarettes are bad for your health?" After releasing a puff of smoke, Dante stumped the cigarette butt on the ashtray. "Your old man is as strong as ever. A few cigarettes won't kill this stallion if bullets did not." "Stallion?" Diego laughed. "Skull. Isn't it?" Suddenly, both men burst into laughter.

This person was big not because of fatty tissues and such wobbly physique. No, because the man that looked at Tristan with fire in his eyes was all built like a bush elephant as his body was teeming with rippling muscles and strength. "ARE YOU DUMB OR JUST PLAIN STUPID?!" "DIDN'T YOU HEAR WHAT MY WIFE SAID?" "WE DON'T NEED NO DEMON IN HERE!" "GOOOOO!" The hulking man's dangerous voice was hard and intimidating but the young man directly in front just stood there with ease and perhaps amusement on his mien.

I asked while my body’s shaking in my seat. “Open your eyes, dickhead,” the man replied. I slowly opened my eyes and to my surprise, the man was smiling widely at me. He was a buff, black American with his corn-row hair. His white teeth sparkled and almost blinded me. “Wagner! It’s me, Stinger!” he gleefully said and hugged me tightly. I didn’t move an inch, and I still do not know what’s happening. He looks like the guy from the video game I used to play. CJ, he looks like CJ.

the weak man replied, trembling as he tiredly walked forward to do his chores. Tom was a scary guy, he acted like he owned the cells. Tall, bulky, scary-looking dude everyone feared him. He was like a bully, making everyone do his chores for him, even some of the officers themselves peed their pants when they tried to confront him. "Ah here comes the little wanker, fucking rapist...look at him" a few prisoners laughed pointing fingers at the weak man.

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