Straight Man Novels & Stories

Who would have thought that the man with a face like a ruthless mafia would now be standing there holding a baby and feeding his daughter? Remembering the past made Stella want to laugh. Hearing Stella laugh, Marvin turned around. “Why are you laughing?” “Hm? I was just thinking of something and it’s really funny." “What’s so funny that it makes you laugh like that?” Marvin asked as he approached Stella who was sitting on the bed. He also sat on the edge of the bed, looking at Stella with a curious gaze. “I once met a man, he was handsome, strong, charismatic, and his face looked like a handsome mafia.”

"Little brother, remember, if someone bullies you, just tell him my name as Elegant Wang Little Luban... Haha, I like you... Stop, you four bastards, I must beat you to shit today." The fat man manipulated a pair of long black iron meteor fists, like a skipping ball, disappeared in the distance. Ding Hao opened his mouth, shook his head, and laughed. He didn't expect to encounter such a funny fellow. Elegant Wang was also a wonderful man. He could contrast finely with Ren Xiaoyao, Superman in Altars in the Northern Academy of yellow shirts. Were all the fat people in the world so cute? He looked back at the closed wooden door, turned and strode away.

Jasmine seemed much nicer. Stan was furious. He clenched his jaw and roared, "We've been duped! This guy must be a professional who practices daily! Enough with these little games. The real test of a man is his strength! "Will you face me one-on-one? I've been trained by a Savant Grandmaster, and taking on four or five skinny guys like you is nothing!" Frederick quickly stepped forward and slapped him hard. A sharp gust threw Stan back several meters, sending him tumbling to the ground.

They both look exactly like the kind of people who had run things here long before I was breathing. The old man spoke first directly to me. "James." It sounds more like an assessment than a greeting. He knows my name and greeted me even when it is the first time that we met. "Mr. Dankworth." I get out of the car with my palms up, careful to show empty hands, though my jacket still hides the weight at my hip. "Sorry to arrive like this. Someone tried to intercept us on the road. It was unexpected." Lance's eyes flick to Jane for a long beat, he was surprised. "You okay, sweetie?"

, he asked. Immediately after he asked, my stomach growled in response before I could say anything, and that made Alexander smile. It was not a smirk, a mocking smile, a sinister smile, or an I-know-it-all smile. It was a genuine, heartwarming smile. He found my stomach growl funny, while I found it embarrassing. The smile faded in less than fifteen seconds, but at least there was progress. He had not held back from smiling, trying to press his lips together even when they tried to curl up, like he had done before. He did not maintain a straight and expressionless face like he normally did, or smirk like he was my evil superior who found more ways to demean me. So, yes, I liked that he smile

I know it's sad that my first reaction is to kill someone to make myself feel better but it's all I’ve known. “Over here, little miss; no need to be so defensive. You are the one trespassing after all.” I turn on the spot to see a middle-aged man; he’s dressed in heavy jeans, huge boots and a stained white wifebeater. His hair is tied into a man bun at the back of his head and his beard is thick and bushy; all he’s missing is an axe and pile of wood.