Straight Man Novels & Stories

I asked with a defiant smirk. Pops looked at me for a solid, silent moment. A proud smirk peaked beneath his mustache, and a rough, booming chuckle escaped his chest. His large hand came up, fondly ruffling my copper curls. "Back for less than an hour and already running me dry," he joked, his massive arm wrapping securely around my shoulders to guide me through the crowd. "Come on, hellion—let's get you a drink, then get you checked out. Bones! Help me get the girl a drink!" A man stepped away from the pooltable, smiling warmly. "Only when I get a hug," he bargained roughly. He was a giant—burly, heavily bearded, and bald, towering over my petite frame as he rounded the hood and stepped awa

I wouldn’t be surprised if he was. Her vagina is going to be so tired. I shared a quick look with Cara, a smug grin on her lips saying ‘I know’ like she read my thoughts, which made me crack a smile. Tank Man was quite handsome with his closely shaved head, dark brown eyes, and a strong jawline with light stubble. “It’s nice to meet you.” I smiled and stuck my hand out for a handshake. He looked down at my hand with a bored expression, letting it hang there before shaking it.

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.

’ Ram stood upping from the driving seat and walked towards the gate of craft. Lakshman released the vacuüm, and the gate opened with the single press on its red-coloured round-shaped switch. Lakshman also followed Ram and came out from the craft for observing the conversation. A very decent personality came out from the dark smoke generated through the fuel combustion. Person existed with a calm nature, wide black eyes, muscular torso, shining forehead, and hands folded in the position of bowing down. ‘Gentleman, who are you?’ The person asked Ram very politely.

MJ asked sarcastically, and the old man just laughed. “Oh, meisietjie! Everyone knows I'm not just any old man. My name is Mr Brown; a well-respected man in the community." Mr Brown said proudly, and MJ scoffed. “Jesus, I must be blind!” MJ said, giving the old man a tight smile.

Aesthetic's POV: “ Let me introduce myself first. “ The man with a friendly personality exclaimed and stand up with full of excitement. He have this very alluring smile but an eyes that can make thousands of women cry. His hair was shaggy, opposite to his face but his presence was very light. As if he can't hurt you, but I know that those fangs of him can torn my own flesh apart. Though I’m not that scared to him, but I won't let my guards down. “ My name is Joker, but I prefer to be called as Jake. “ He said while looking at me with his lips stretched widely. I don’t know if I'm gonna laugh or what, but his name sounds so funny. Joker? Well, his sunny personality proves it. “ And yeah! I’m

Mason took the big cup and looked at the contents then back at the smiling giant looking man. “They hit her too hard and now she is not waking up.” He voiced his concern; the man waved his hand in a dismissive manner. “Women are weak my friend, but she will wake up. In the meantime, let’s drink!” he spoke with spit coming out at the corners of his mouth as he spoke, something that disgusted Mason making him frown. “Your women might be weak but mine isn’t.” he defended making the man throw his head back laughing.

Stella looked where the man directed. In the living room, against a backdrop of expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, stood a man clad in white casual attire, engaged in a phone conversation. His back was to them, concealing his face, but his tall frame and well-defined physique were unmistakable. Even his silhouette radiated an allure akin to a masterpiece. As she studied him intently, the man turned around, his intense gaze landing on her. Recognizing his striking features, Stella felt a rush of panic. This was Lucas White, a prominent figure frequently appearing on television and the internet, the youngest leader of White Corporation. Known for his charismatic but ruthless character, Lucas