Straight Man Novels & Stories

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.

Nala stares back at the man defiantly. "How dare you man speak to me." The man growls, hands on the sides of his body clenched. "You start dipping yourself into trouble, let's see what happens." Raymond still has the full awareness to pull Nala behind his back. The man chuckles later in a flash his face into a flat mask as he puts his focus back on Raymond. "Is he the one you're going to kill next?" TBC--

He didn't even manage to fix himself because he was too drunk. "Oh, my, God!" One of the rich kids exclaimed. "Who is that?" "Gate crasher!" Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

A heavyset, bold man who is missing his lower teeth, and in dirty construction clothes, walk around our sofa. Another similar man, but more tan and blind in one eye, bends to his knees and rubs his hand on my leg while wiggling his eyebrows at me, saying “I’m not on a big scene tonight, I can handle this one.” “Sorry for ruining your fun, boys, but they are off the market." However, there is a new order and a job for life if you are interested in making some money. " Christopher's voice is heard loud and clear as he walks in with another older man who is smoking a Cuban cigar, wearing tropical shorts, a hat, and a palm tree shirt with gentleman shoes on.

The damned out threw me so hard that my left elbow landed hard and now it was swollen and hurting like hell ", Now run out of here, or did you come to offer your little body to the boss...a woman like you can't get a job here...so ugly and filthy, "the man remarked with a smirk as he dug in his coat pocket not sure what he was taking out but I saw as he retrieved a wallet there. My eyes narrowed as I watched him open it and took out some cash

He grinned making her roll her eyes ********** " I can't believe you failed ,,,I am telling you to bring me that human! That's the only way we can get Luther! I can never allow him take over the throne,never,,he left for so long and now back to take it?? It should be mine not his " The deep voice of a man with a wide chest could be heard as he smoke his cigarette angrily " Am sorry boss,,I will try once again. I promise to bring her here,,the security is so tight,,,,," he was cut off when he was thrown a fist

Howard offered a cigarette to the man as he asked. "Not a soul," the man replied, accepting the cigarette. "No one's come to see him in all this time, and he's never left either." Howard took a drag from his cigarette and asked, "He looked pretty tough earlier. Does he practice martial arts or something?" "I wouldn't know about that. He's just a strong guy, as far as I can tell," the man said, shaking his head. Sensing something, the man eyed Howard and his companions warily before asking, "And who might you be? Why the interest in Mr. Johnsrud?"

When he says this, he lifts up his hand like a traffic officer, and right there, I see how the one who cocked his gun at me rested from poking the gun at me. “I recognize the name Tyler Harrington,” the huge one says again. In about three seconds, as he says this, I see how these men look at each other and burst into wild laughter. A mockery of me that I am confused as to why they are mocking me at this instance. “He is the foolish man who thinks he can get married to Matriarch Alessandra.” They burst into another episode of laughter, which is so loud that anyone passing by outside can hear them. “How can a man be so dumb? He was even granting interviews,” the huge one says again. However, i

Sinclair I growl down at the man before me, who is younger than I thought he would be, for one with such power. He has thick black hair and a day’s worth of stubble on his thin cheeks. The man glares up at me with dark, angry eyes and opens his mouth to speak but before he can, I slap him – hard – with an open palm. The man gasps with surprise and pain, his eyes going wide as he stares down at the floor, and I smirk. I doubt this man has been slapped anytime recently, if ever. He has the smug look of someone used to being in charge.