The Man Like None Other Novels & Stories

This man was an overall beauty but nothing was more captiving than the tiny mole which embellished the region above the right corner of his lips. Dresses in a high profile outfit of blue jeans, red t- shirt and a jacket the man looked like a Greek God descended from the Heavens. The man took haughty steps towards the crowd but his eyes were stuck on the surprised woman up on the stage who was staring back at him with really funny expressions. He came to a halt beside Carter Wu and without even taking away his eyes off her he said, "I am willing to invest in the movie."

Penn raised an eyebrow in question but the man did not notice, he just went ahead talking and listing the specifications of things he was wanted Penn to have and collect from Cain, most of it were information but Penn had made her mind up to say no. “My answer is no.” Penn cuts him short as the man look turned startled like he could not believe that Penn had the mind and the audacity to open her mouth and tell him no. “Excuse me?” The man asked in disbelief. “My answer is no, I am not interested in doing that since it is purely suicidal and even if it was not, I still would not so it.” Penn shrugged. The man looked confused, “Why would you not?” “Because I do not like you.” Penn said simply,

“He is tall; six foot something, black, long hair, blue eyes. White skinned, and he has tattoos.” The man said again my friend screamed because in her book he is the best looking man or, as she said, my type. I narrowed my eyes at Wes trying to force him to say more, but he clenched his jaws and just kept silent while Dean kept on fidgeting beside him and I was getting annoyed at both of them. Then I just sighed because I didn’t want to show it, but I had a tiny hope that this man might be Renzo or one of his close men. But in the end, it wasn’t.

"He had a clean-shaven beard and a neat mustache. His voice is very sweet and can make a lady feel horny" "Wow! What is his name?" "His name is Alex Wayne. He owns an enterprise" "Interesting, you are very lucky then" "I met the wrong person" "How?" "The room I entered was occupied by a billionaire, not George Chulley" "Billionaire? Are you serious?"

He is like a book with a lock that has no key. The man looked much older than Ivan and Dante, his hair in a long ponytail which applied this look as a mafia man even more. He had a slight stubble on his jaw, a frown etched on his face like it permanently belonged there, I guess Mafia men don't know about the word smiling then and no Ivan's little stunts don't count. He was dressed in a black suit just like the rest of them, one thing I can never understand. These men don't get the concept of freedom in your own house, it's scary.

"Okayy. Not a crime. Else there’s more to it than–" "It's a man." "A man?" "The kind you read about in books. Has the perfect smile. Clean-cut. Polished. Polite. Has daughters." "Holy shit," Kingsley mutters. Yeah. Exactly.

Interlude. Four days later. “I found a human,” A man said with his head held high above his shoulders. He stood facing the window that looked into the far city, its light pollution preventing him from seeing the stars. “A very strange smelling one.” He was a large man, at least seven feet tall with a broad muscular frame. He was clean-shaven with russet brown hair that grew past his ears, brushing the top of his shoulders. All in all, he looked like a man who’d seen much in life, and who’d done much as well. There was a scar running down his cheek, from his eye to his jaw like a tear track. He wore only a pair of pants, standing barefoot on the plush carpet of the office.

I can't imagine what they'll do to me. “You know, there are a lot of good people here,” a man says, showing his yellow teeth. He smells like dead bodies and decay. His leather clothes are stained with blood. “I need a new pet. And out of all of the people here, you seem perfect. You seem like you would be great for my experiments.”

Fear crawls through me, and I shudder in the chilly air. “Please,” the man on his knees sobs, running his hands over his jaw. He forces a shaky smile, revealing his gums. “Let’s talk about this. We can figure it out, right?” The large man doesn’t move. He lifts his chin, revealing his strong jawline. Even in the dim light, he looks strikingly handsome. With a swift motion, he reaches deep into his suit pocket. Around his wrist are glossy prayer beads. “No,” he says in a deep voice. “We can’t.”

A huge monstrous looking man stood behind him, His beards seemed like it was too much for his face, He looked like a character out of the vikings movie. Rielle raised her eyebrows and looked at Dante who shrugged "Did you complete the job i asked you to?” She asked the man and he raised his eyebrows “I helped you kill your enemy so show me some respect.” He snapped at her and she smirked, Looking at Dante who shrunk in his seat “Sorry but he is a little difficult to control.” Dante says and the Miguel man growled in disapproval, Rielle turned to look at the man