Superior Men Novels & Stories

"My men are too. When someone looks us in the eye it's a challenge to our superiority." "Superiority?" The tingles disappear instantly. He makes it sound like he's better than us and my hackles rise even more. He shrugs at what must be an unpleasant expression on my face. I've never been good at hiding my feelings. He continues before I can speak. "I don't think there's a better word. We're superior fighters and right now that's who will survive in this world."

She said and someone burst into laughter, "Sorry but does this means, that dimwit standing beside you could change one day and become beautiful or bold?" The person who turned out to be Dream's supposed best friend, Eva, said laying emphasis on "beautiful" and "bold" "Yes and so?, Situations can change any time" Mrs Meyers pointed out and turned to Dream, "Do not let anyone bully you, learn to speak for yoursel—," The whole class' laughter interrupted her, Elena stood up and wanted to say something,

Kitty said a little bit loud as his voice began to show his anger gradually. “I hate it and I will forever hate such acts. Men are meant for women and men are not meant for men.” "Any man sleeping with his fellow man should be subjected to a proper psychological test.” He said as the crowd had a sharp separation again as some cheered him up while others wooed him to get out of the stag. “I speak directly to the government and to every international guest and observer present here and to the countless number of nations following this debate." “Jefsexy, his sponsors and everyone supporting him should be jailed and eradicated from society because they're dangerous vipers that need to be curtail

I stated. “How bold of you to stand there and insult me, Sir Seamus,” Master 1 said with a calm tone. “We have no individual leader. We only have superiors and I, one of the highest superiors, has come down to welcome you and you insult me this way?” “Superior? Him? He looks like he’s been sleeping at the graveyard mourning someone for the past five years,” Lucas whispered in my ears. Even I couldn’t make out that he was a superior. If one of the highest superiors looks like this, what would every other person look like? Judging from the look on his face, he didn’t even look annoyed, only surprised.

"My men are too. When someone looks us in the eye it's a challenge to our superiority." "Superiority?" The tingles disappear instantly. He makes it sound like he's better than us and my hackles rise even more. He shrugs at what must be an unpleasant expression on my face. I've never been good at hiding my feelings. He continues before I can speak. "I don't think there's a better word. We're superior fighters and right now that's who will survive in this world."

His crew cut, bulging muscles, and piercing gaze set him apart, his face etched with an air of superiority. He was a cut above Sean, the family's black sheep. Jacob's presence was commanding, a clear step up from Sean's frivolous ways. The entourage of 100 men behind him mirrored his pride, each radiating a silent but deadly seriousness. The middle-aged man with them, not yet fifty, had a face that spoke of discipline and a body hardened by experience, giving off the vibe of a seasoned warrior. His hundred men, armed to the teeth, were the picture of solemnity.

Alfonso let out a sigh as he spoke. Alfonso is not the so-called highest personality in the country. He is only second because of what he calls superior. In fact, if the power and contributions are based on the whole country, Alfonso has the biggest contributions. But also because of the lack of financial support, Someone who has that money is the superior. It makes me wonder, where does the so-called superior get money if today's times are so different compared to then?

Amanda says, while giving him a flirtatious smile. The man, reciprocating that smile, said to her. —It's true, most men tend to be macho, aggressive, arrogant. They think they are superior to women. But, in my case, let's say that I would be an exception. I lived for a long time with my father, I saw how he treated my mother and how she suffered from his treatment.

They all turned to look. The person in the lead was Sherman Abbott. He was tall and muscular. Although his hair was white, his face was rosy and his footsteps were steady. He was obviously a skilled fighter. The beautiful Yarely followed behind. She had the face of an angel and the body of a devil. Her slender legs were exposed as she walked, and the men could not peel their eyes away. There were another two men with them. The large one’s nickname was Slayer, and the thin one was Vandal. Both were cruel, ruthless men and Sherman's trusted subordinates.