The Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

Personally, it was really pleasant to see trees or even plants in this kind of areas, it just simply symbolizes how beautiful nature is. In the middle of our trip to nowhere, this beautiful yet austere man beside me was just looking straight ahead while showing no emotions as though I didn't exist inside this limousine. Sir Aiden looks really stunning with his suit matching his white Chinese collared polo long sleeve as his internal clothing. Not going to lie either, this man can top the rank for being the most gorgeous man alive. But, before we go deeper into these strange thoughts, I just want to ask myself this question.

Boaz replied but he did not end the call. There was a brief moment of silence before Boaz spoke again. "Boss, I see a man.” My heart stopped. "What does he look like?" Luan asked, his tone etched with anger. “He is tall, muscular and has a moustache. I can see a tattoo on his right hand but I can't see what was clearly drawn on it," Boaz replied. I froze. That was the exact description of the man Diego introduced me to. I watched Luan's jaw tighten, his fingers curled into a fist.

Woman 1 : Nxaa , am calling the police The King of handsomeness made way to my car holding a jarican .His hair neatly cut , no doubt that his barber is one of the best in the city .A symmetrical face making him alluring .Not to mention the defined jawline and prominent cheekbones which gave him a more chiseled look . Brawny chest , I bet it's even more comfortable than a soft pillow. His six peck was visible though his white nike t-shirt wasn't tight . Obviously the gym is his favourite place . I noticed a black mamba tattoo on his right hand which is a bit scary . It makes him look like those savage mafia kings . Well toned , straight and in continuity with the thighs were his legs which ar

This man was obviously upset with Max. When we didn’t speak, he repeated, “You’re out.” “Excuse me?" Max asked. "Who the hell are you?” I lowered my glasses and continued to appreciate one of the most perfect specimens of man I’d ever seen. Small droplets of water hung from his short dark hair and glistened against the cobalt blue sky. More evidence of his recent swim coated his defined abs and his wet swim trunks clung to his thick thighs... Everything about this man screamed confidence. Not the cocky kind I'd seen in Max. No, this man wasn't a college kid who specialized in picking up girls. This man dominated every situation. He was a man who knew what he wanted and took it.

He does the waiting while I do the chasing, well miracles do happen from time to time. "You are Miss. Geronimo, I guess? " The big man standing before me looks nothing like Daniel. He is quite tall with muscles the size of meatloaves. There are tattoos on his arm too. I think he looks like a character out of a Super villain movie, only his voice sounds kinder. "I am. "I say. "Sorry, I can't offer a handshake, covered in floor, the job you know, " "I understand. That's fine. "

The man says in English this time, wearing a seductive smirk as he gives me a quick once over. I return the favor, letting my eyes run down his body and taking note of how he looks a little like Dominique. This man has dark brown hair, and blue eyes, not as blue as Dominique’s, his face is perfectly shaped, and his skin is obviously kissed by the sun. He’s tall, he stands at least 6 feet, almost the same height as Dominique. Long story short, he’s an attractive man, maybe a party boy, and a playboy. He’s wearing a blue short-sleeved T-shirt that’s not too tight or too loose matched with a pair of dark jeans. Through the thick material of his shirt, you can tell he works out a lot. He has a b

“You piece of shit,who do you think you are to look at me with such expression,you may be tall but I …” “Boss..boss…one second please”. The first man interrupted,his body trembling. The leader turned angrily. “Eh? What is it and why are you shaking like a leaf!” “Boss... this..man..he looks like ..no…I believe he is Mr Antonio Montero,the famous Billionaire and actor”he whispered. “And so what!”. The leader yelled, even more triggered then he turned to Antonio. “Listen kid,it would be sad if I had to cut your pretty little flawless skin,now step aside this is no movie scene or film tricks,or a beauty contest,ever had a bottle or knife stabbed in you? This is not your place, pretty boy”.

I wanted to run as fast as I could, but my knees wobbled, my chin trembled, and my body shivered. “He’s useless now. Nirvana, the daughter of Sophie, the descendant of Katzius. Do you know me?” His voice was echoey, as if we were in a theater. The man stopped just a yard away from where I stood. He was a black man, tall, in his fifties, but I had the feeling his age was ten times than his look, or maybe way older. He wore a classic brown suit with a scarf in its pocket. “Should I?” My voice shook.

"Fair enough. We don't know much about you. Just the basics." "There's not much to know. You can call me Anaconda. Killing is a good hobby of mine, there's this stress-reliving quality it has to it that stupid people don't understand." The man's head narrowed slightly in thought, "Oh, and I'm not human." "Dammit, I knew it!" Adeladin hissed, banging his hand on the table. "That body of yours is not easy to find among humans."

Not anger. Something deeper. Something stripped bare. Like a man who had been holding himself together for too long and had finally been given permission to stop. He didn’t move at first. He just looked at her. As if he needed a moment to confirm that she was real. That this was real. She looked back at him. Neither of them spoke. The café continued around them — quiet conversations, the hiss of the machine, music low and distant — completely untouched by what was happening in that corner.