This Man Series Novels & Stories

She asked slightly confused and slightly terrified. The man laughed from the depth of his belly, producing a hearty chuckle. "I meant at the bar...alone." "Oh" Maya giggled nervously "I'm not alone, I came here with my family." She mumbled trying to sound convincing. "Really?" The strange man questioned further, pulling out a seat and placing his rather large body on it. The chair strained in response, releasing a creaking sound but still remaining intact. His thick Russian accent sent a chill down Maya's spine but she knew he wouldn't do anything in a public place like this.

CHAPTER TWENTY ONE. AFTER SEX WITH A FELLOW MAN, WHAT NEXT?. “I'm Doctor Niddles from the shepherd Hospital and this morning I'm going to critically analyse to you what happened the moment a man finished having a hot sex with his fellow man.” Dr. Niddles introduced himself as the popular radio broadcast opens for the day program. The radio broadcast is expected to capture the attention of thousands and ten thousands of citizens both within and outside the country including top government functionaries. The billionaire CEO Peter Jackson who had been the hidden figures working against the gay bill acts had quickly booked an appointment with this famous radio station and fixed it a day after th

Instinctively, I stepped backward, afraid he might try something inappropriate like before. This time, the man spoke first. "Don't be scared, miss. Can't we at least be friends?" "Sorry, I'm married." There was no way I was becoming friends with some creep, so I rejected him immediately. The man didn't seem discouraged at all. Instead, he slowly leaned closer and whispered into my ear, "I know where you live. I know where your husband works, too. You wouldn't want anything happening to him, right?"

Their faces pale and terrified, their hands bound, their mouths gagged. I felt a wave of nausea wash over me. But I forced myself to stay calm. I forced myself to keep watching. And then I saw him. A man standing in the shadows, watching the unloading process with cold, calculating eyes. He was tall and thin, with graying hair and a scar on his cheek. He was wearing a black coat and gloves, his hands clasped behind his back. Marcus Reed. My heart stopped. He was alive. Viktor had been telling the truth.

The man didn't dare to neglect him, saying, "I swear I've never seen such a strong and capable person. I didn't even clearly see how he did it. Yet all of our people are done for." After that, the man looked at Jakob in horror and continued, "Leader, do you think I met an immortal?" "Bang!" Jakob angrily stood up from his tiger-furred throne. He walked up to the man and slapped him in the face. Jakob spoke furiously, "I'll fucking beat you to death!" The man was stunned. A few seconds later, Jakob continued, "Do you know that person's name?" "I think he's called Lucas," the man answered.

Human. He walked toward Maya and Benson. He held his hands out to show he had no weapons. "Which one of you is the Manager?" the man asked. His voice was deep. He had an accent but it was a real voice. Maya stepped forward. She leaned on Benson. "There is no Manager. My name is Maya. I am a doctor. Who are you? Why did you attack us?" The man stopped. He looked at the thousands of people looking out from the bunker. He looked at the ruins. He looked very sad.

He turned away from the sight of her struggling form and walked down to the dim, concrete corridors of the mansion’s lower garage, where the private Voss estate driver was waiting by the tool racks. Thomas was an old, greedy man whose wrinkled face bore the permanent scowl of someone who had spent decades serving billionaires while harboring a deep, simmering resentment for his own empty pockets. His love for money was intense and ugly, a well-known secret among the senior staff that Cal was more than willing to exploit for his own agenda. Cal stopped a few feet away from the older man, pulling a thick, heavy envelope packed with unmarked bills from the inner lining of his uniform jacket and

I try to stay calm, if I also show anxiety, fear, panic now, they will be more afraid. He claps and claps his hands together, the light in here is fragile, after the action this place is lit up, it really is. Bright! My eyes flashed once again. He patted his hand a few times, the light in here was fragile, after the action the place was lit up, it really was. Bright! My eyes flashed once again. Everything gradually became clearer, it was a man with a long-sleeved, wide-leg overcoat, on the collar were messy hairs. Looking at those pantyhose made me feel embarrassed, his chest looked heavier than mine. A baby wolf.

“Let’s go home and you can tell me all about them.” We turned to walk to where the driver Clara insisted on waited at the curb. Then a voice called out. “Maya? Maya Surman? Is that you?” The voice was familiar in a way that tugged at a much older, simpler part of my brain. I turned. A man was walking toward me, a friendly, confused smile on his face. He was tall, with kind eyes and dark hair that had a few threads of gray. He wore a simple, well-fitted button-down and chinos. He looked… normal. Warm. Real.

"Might be my key. Sorry, I guess you were concentrating too hard on cooking." "It's so hot in here. Should I fan you?" He sounded calm, but I could see his neck flushing crimson, and I pouted. "Oh, you're so kind, Mr. Lopez. But it's alright—I'll be done soon." Over ten minutes later, a full course meal was waiting on the table, and Zac started wolfing it down. Soon, he was sweating all over from the stimulating diet, his eyes unfocused. I stood up and brought out a bottle of beer. "Would you like some? It's a special brew made by my brother-in-law. It's really good for your body."