The One Where Paul's The Man Novels & Stories

call Al. "Yes?" Paul turned. "Can I ask you something?" *****

Paul slowly walked into the room. Paul was right in front of him a door and then he knocked and heard a male voice from inside the room inviting him to enter. "Knock Knock." Paul knocked on the door from outside. "Yes, please come in!" Said a man from inside the room heard by Paul who immediately opened the door. "GREEK." The sound of the door being opened by Paul saw a fat and white man in the room looking confused to see Paul and talking. "Who are you?" asked the fat and white man when he saw Paul enter the room.

When Paul is like this, it’s almost as if he creates his own reality, completely caught up in whatever twisted notion his mind has conjured up. Today, the trigger was a guy named Tommy who looked at me a little too long in Introduction to Chemistry. Paul wouldn’t have known who Tommy was, except he had me shadowed by one of his goons. Being with Paul means I’m never alone—I’m always accompanied by Paul or one of his pathetic boys desperate to get on Paul’s good side.

Cruz asked. “Paul.” “Paul as in Paul Jenkins?” “You know him?” I asked, keeping my eyes trained on Paul. “That man is a fucking psychopath. How do I get this door open?” “And that, my friend, is where your conversation ends. If you say one more word, Ravenna gets a bullet. Go hold her down,” Paul said to one of his goons. The one who almost rivaled Slade in size walked towards me, pinning my arms behind me.

Paul leaned forward and placed a file on the table but proceeded to retrieve his phone from his trouser pocket. “Here, watch this.” he stretched his device. I paid rapt attention to the court proceedings, after a few minutes I smiled at the reality that I have the best team. “Thank you,” I whispered to Paul. With arms wide open he smirked, “What would you do without me in your life? I am your world…” “Fuck you, Paul, I will return the favor someday. Becoming number one sure looks impressive in the stock market chart, Gavin deserves a raise!” I replied.

Hiding his distaste, face serious, Paul asked, "What makes you think I'll agree to separate from her?" "What makes you hard to understand that you're not immortal, huh? Bloody hell, I hate this stupid conversation. It's always like this every time I'm talking with McArthney-surnamed people!" The man angrily stood up. "I'm leaving! Why am I even talking it out with you when I can just make it happen? Bye, stupid lad! You're now dead to me! And I mean it!" Paul stupidly and blankly stared at the empty space where Fred Moore had been just a second ago. In a blink of an eye, the man vanished, leaving no trace, momentarily catching the owner of the unit dumbfounded.

A tall, skinny lackey chimed in, barking along, "This part of Crescent Bay is booked by Mr. Ralph Foster for a party today. If you know what's good for you, scram. Don't ruin the place!" Ralph Foster? The name clicked immediately. He was the pretty boy my wife, Gloria Stokes, and her company had been heavily promoting lately. He had blown up after a web series and apparently let it go straight to his head. My brow tightened, irritation flaring. I strode over and pulled my son, Luke Thorne, behind me. "This is my private beach. You're the ones who should be leaving." I forced my anger down. But some people just love pushing their luck.

Their lecherous, ugly faces were only inches away. "Now!" I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. After a brief pause, the system responded in a panicked rush, "I'm so sorry, Seraphine! Emergency Disengagement initiating immediately!" Not even the system could bear to watch such an inhumane scene. A flash cut across my vision, and I was pulled back into a dark space. The discomfort in my body vanished instantly. In front of me, a massive screen hung like a cinema display, projecting everything that was happening on the other side.

3 feet tall body that clearly shout out *I go to the gym every fucking day* in front of me like a fucking wall. As he stands in front of me, I shudder and gulp, I could feel cold sweats oozing from my skin pores, because the Stephen Brown in front of me now, isn’t the angelic cupid from before, he’s now like an angry mob who had his girlfriend stolen from him. He’s only cupid in front of Lisa, he’s a bouncer to everyone else! “Hey! You are the one who wants to steal Lisa from me. RIGHT?!” Stephen growls.

All the things I have done in life were things that only strayed me further away from God, and this must be the punishment he has given to me. I close my eyes. Trying to reflect back when my life was nothing but pleasure. And now I wake up to this. Strange how things just shift into different emotions. One day you're happy, the next day you're ungrateful. I slowly open my eyes, consuming all the courage I have in my body. If I'm going to die, I'm gonna have to die fighting. “You are given a one minute head start. After that, these guys will chase you. And then after two minutes and you're still alive and in one piece, we'll release the surprise,” the man states as the hunters prepare their r