This Was A Man Novels & Stories

Pаrt оf mе ріtіеѕ all the mасhо guуѕ оut thеrе thаt dоn’t have thе сарасіtу or opportunity tо open up. Yes, I’m a mаn. I’vе a сосk аnd tattoos. I lіkе tо сuѕѕ аnd lіft wеіghtѕ. I’m ѕtubbоrn аnd wіllful and jealous sometimes, but I’m still human.

, the man threatened lowly, making it seem like a friendly chat between two men. He turned on his heels and started walking out of the bathroom but stopped just at the door. “To answer your question….”, He turned to face Christian. “I am Alan Poza” Christian frowned, not really knowing the name. “Some call me The mad man of Valencia”, with that the man walked out.

It revealed a slightly portly man at the entrance of a room drowned in endless darkness save the light in his hand. This man wore no cassock. He was clad only in a shirt that covered his arms, and a simple trouser the color of which Sethlzaar could not discern. The man studied him briefly before casting his eyes to Father Antuas. "What makes him special?" The man's voice was a mild soprano. A singer's voice. Antuas still bore a frown, but somehow Sethlzaar felt this one was not for him. He found himself wondering if the man liked anybody at all.

“I’m only good with the business, but not with relationships, Are. You know me.” I WAS momentarily shocked to see a tall man in front of my testing table. He seemed familiar, but I was sure I haven’t met him before. He was lean like a swimmer. He wore a white crisp shirt with sleeves rolled up his elbows. A casual double-breasted waistcoat? And a pair of dark gray pants. His almost blond hair was shortly trimmed, and there was something in those eyes. Yes, those eyes— an ocean blue. But his face was full of bruises, and then he smiled. At me. “Finding hard to believe, eh?”

Most were turned away, watching the sky, but one stood out, a familiar figure was facing me. An ocean blue eyes met mine, cold and knowing, a smirk playing on his lips. He was watching me, not the fireworks. The note burned in my hand, and the world tilted. What the hell was this? What do you want? The man was none other than him — Massimo Mancuso.

he said. A man of mid 20’s stood before us. He was holding a newspaper on his right hand, and a pen on his left. He was tall, but not as tall as Travis, and was topless with only a sweatpants on. His body was toned; I reckoned he came to gym every once in a while. Looking at his face made me thought of someone. Like a celebrity. Or someone I would often see on the television. “You look familiar,” I said. Though I acknowledged the fact that it was slightly rude to say something straight away without proper greetings first.

“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.

**AIDEN’S POV... “Ahhhh… Please leave me…please…ahhh” a man was shouting! How the fuck can I leave you? Huh, you fucker… With that, I start punching him… How dare you touch what's mine? HOW DARE YOU LAY YOUR DIRTY HANDS ON MY WIFE? I was kicking his already broken bones. He was screaming… “I… I will né…never lo…ok aaa…t any woman again… Just leave me aaaaaaaaa” he was shouting…

“No, I don’t” I started working and the day was going on fine till suddenly a man walked inside. He came directly to me and stood right in front of me. I stared at him. He was tall, with a muscular body, long black hair, beard, and his eyes were silver blue. He wore a white shirt and black old jeans giving him the bad boy look. He looked like that actor Jason Momoa “Yes?” I asked. He crooked a smile and said: “I am here for this”

"You won't find anything" A strange voice said and I froze at the spot "Who could it be? I thought Elliot said only Sarah and Britney lived here?" I thought in my head and I turned around to see how it was It was a white man around his Sixties he stood wearing a green shirt and a black pants and his hands rested on the long rod in his hands as he stared and I and Elliot "I hope this is good" I said in my head