The Steel Man Novels & Stories

He was walking ahead of us, gun laying on his shoulder. A huge door opened for us and when we reached the living room, another pack of armed men were all around. They were holding different kind of deadly weapons and they really looked dangerous. I couldn’t help myself, but to let out a sigh as my chest pound hard once more. “It’s a good job, I guess?” a man with big accessories said as he comfortably laid his back against the couch. “For you, boss.” He was a big guy. Tattoos were all over his arms and neck. He had a big rounds eyes, thick purplish lips, and big nose. He was too bulky enough to be fear with, so I felt it.

"If you want to see the big man with both eyes still in working form, I suggest you come with me and do as you're told so no one gets hurt." Sedar raised both hands in the air, a slight smirk masking his rage, and slowly rose to his full height with his sky blue eyes penetrating the gunman's steel grey ones.

She had lost hope a while ago and she doesn't plan on getting it back anytime soon, not when it means that she would open herself to be hurt by others. "For the plans to be in motion, it will take some time but know this, I will do everything in my capability to make that time and its effects short for you lot. No more going to bed hungry." The man boomed as the crowd cheers again. Penelope watched with vivid interest as the man brought out a sack of something heavy, thrust his hand inside and threw some of the contents on the people gathered. He is crazy… was… was that… Gold? Penelope couldn't believe her eyes. It took the crowd a minute to register what happened before pandemonium broke ou

he orders and I roll my eyes. The owner of the voice waits for while, probably waiting for me to come out but I don't and the person walks away. After a while, the door of my room bursts open and one of the men from yesterday grabs me from the chair. "You should be down" he says still holding my arm. He leads me downstairs to the large living room where Mr. Kriss is seated, not just he alone, but another man who in a way shares a resemblance to Mr. Kriss

*Simran Pov* I can’t believe Sheela stooped so low. I always have a doubt about her. Kind of bad vibes and I am sure that my brother would have felt that too. However, he just decided to not even think like that and trust our mom. I wish he didn’t do that, and I wish I should have stopped it at the beginning itself. Today looking after my brother, I just want to do something to take away this problem. When dad got betrayed like this by his friend and died, my brother changed his personality to the level that he became Mr.Stone.

Every shift of curtain, every glint of glass could hide a scope. My gut was tight. Something about the air tonight wasn't right and I am getting ready. The mansion glittered, the world laughed inside, but I kept my hand close to the inside of my jacket, where cold steel rested like the only truth I could rely on. For safety, I am licensed to end the life of anyone who will endanger Miss Dankworth. And for the next few hours, until that girl walked back out those double doors, she was mine to protect, whether she wanted it or not.

I felt like I was floating on a cloud of gold and magic. The introduction with the Businessmen in the room went smoothly. I got lots of deals from a few people. This stirred more happiness in me. It turned out that the masquerade ball was not a bad idea after all. We just finished speaking to Rowan, the richest man who deals with online businesses, when another man approached us, and Alexander's face immediately darkened as his grip on my waist tightened. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

“Dean, how?” “Well, I had help.” A sudden vision of Dean storming a woman’s clothing store with his ex-battalion brothers came to her. She fought back a giggle, imagining Dallas Foreman, Chris Brooker, Jim Alden and Dean all standing around, scowling at the bewildered saleswomen and discussing the merits of various dresses and blouses for her. Like Dean, they were all huge, hulking guys with muscles and tattoos and bad-ass attitudes – though every one of them was a gentle, kind man in his heart.

Since it was quite unexpected, I stumbled on my steps in utter disbelief. 'Did this woman just hit me?' That surely was another first. 'But why the hell did she just punch me? What did I do?' "Ah," she cried holding her fist bringing me back from her daze. I smirked. "Now you know what this Man of Steel is actually in real! And by the way, Man of Steel is too cliché phrase, why don't you try Metallic Man? Will help me boost my ego a little more than usual!" I sounded sarcastic to myself.

She is sure of that. The four of them headed to the restaurant. Her granny is still escorted by the man on her right hand while Alex clasps her left hand. The man's identity is still making Alex curious. She wanted to ask her granny but decided not to. After they were seated, the waiting staff got their orders. They decided to have hotpot tonight. The man doesn't show any sign of awkwardness. He looks so calm being with the three girls despite still not being introduced. "Alex, aren't you going to ask me who this man is?" Granny Isabella finally spoke up.