This Was A Man Novels & Stories

A man was lying prone on the ground before them. His life hanging by a thread, the man could only lay there helplessly and in agonizing pain. That man… was James Caden

A man with silver haired tips says and was stretching his back. “General? Am I still a pretty boy?” A man with a white-blonde hair that was brushed and styled back with a gel asks him. Instead of one, there were two black eyes that made him look like a panda. I had to look away because I was on the verge of laughing at the man’s current state.

Kaze remembered the guy. The middle-aged man wore a dark brown shirt. He looked dejected and sad. However, he looked at Kaze as if he was his last hope. The middle-aged man took a brisk walk and tried to grab Kaze’s hands. “Who are you? I don’t know you.” Kaze backed away warily. “You don’t know me, but I’ve seen the things you did.” The man’s eyes lit up as if he had witnessed something unbelievable.

She pulled away from the woman – feeling a slight relief that someone came. “Let her go.”, the man said firmly. His voice was deep, his clothes wet from head to toe. He was wearing a black hoodie and simple men’s jeans and sneakers. His black wavy buzz cut hair wet, his face looked so stern and perfect like he was a military man – red-eyed, the poor silver-haired woman took curiosity in him albeit the fear she felt.

I didn’t do anything, didn’t bring down any fire or even move a freaking muscle because… it wasn’t some wall or something at all. It was a body. A full grown, fledged, muscular and draped in all black clothing. Pants and dress shirt. Worse, it was a man. A man I knew all too well at this point.

They both had on jeans and black T-shirts, their knuckles marred with scars and fresh bruises. The man in the front smiled a large, toothy grin and tilted his head. The shiver that bit at the nape of my neck caused me to freeze on the spot. What had my dad gotten himself into this time? F*ck.

Keisha said, "I'm your ride-or-die best friend in this one." Angela agreed, "The most important best friend." The man with wire-rimmed glasses had come over and was still holding his coffee in a way that made it look like it was going to spill. He looked to be in his early forties, had a round face, and had a lot of energy that made it seem like he was either very excited or very worried. Most likely, both. He had a pen behind one ear, and his button-down shirt was a touch wrinkled.

I couldn’t protect myself, especially since I didn’t have a wolf. I quickly turned around to run off. “Argh!” Another groan halted me again. This time I was sure it was a person. I turned around. My eyes fixed on the ground where I saw a man’s figure, his hand clenched tightly against his stomach. He wore a white sleeved shirt and a pair of black pants. He didn’t seem to be from around here. I slowly moved closer. Now I could see red blood coming from his lower abdomen. He was injured.

They stop advancing as the one in front shifts and before me now stands a very naked man. "Hand over the boy and no one gets hurt" the man says "Who are you" "Someone you shouldn't cross little human. Now hand the boy over and we won't hurt you" "You do know this is kidnapping right" Not that what I'm doing is any different "This has nothing to do with you or your kind so step away from the pup now" "No" "You have no idea what you're getting yourself into" he tries to reason but i can tell he's getting angry

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