This Was A Man Novels & Stories

This conversation was going on and others were also practicing when a middle-aged man entered the wide room and scanned everyone. He saw some of them were practicing and some were just goofing around. He blew the whistle, which was hanging around his neck and now he was able to get everyone’s attention. That middle-aged man had that unshaven face, black hair, black eyes and was wearing black sportswear.

If not for the powerful attack earlier, Adrian would have assumed that he was just a regular man. “Who are you?” Adrian asked, not bothering to be polite. After all, he had no idea whether this man was a friend or a foe. There was no reason for him to be nice, and he might just die with regrets. “I wandered here with my family many years ago. We decided to build a small base here,” the man said. “Oh? Really?” Adrian was surprised, not expecting such a story. The man then asked, “What about you? Who are you and why are you here?”

Effortlessly commanding. Beside her stood a man in his early thirties…tall, broad, olive-skinned with warm brown eyes. He wore a soft brown turtleneck beneath a dark navy coat. A stethoscope peeked out from his pocket. His name was Dr. Manuel De Luca. "Vincenzo," Manuel said, stepping forward, hugging him gently, careful not to hurt him. "You're too stubborn to die." "Manuel," Vincenzo managed, his voice rough.

I straightened out imaginary wrinkles on my shirt and trouser before going out of the room. “I am so mad at you.” Ariana pouted whilst a dark-skinned man held her by her waist. He was tall and his slightly buff form clung to his white button-up shirt hotly. His black hair was coily and his eyes were a beautiful brown. Whoever this man was, he was attractive in more ways than one. What set me off was the gun peeking out of the back of his jeans. No one seemed bothered by it. Could he be a police officer?

I asked while wagging both of my hands and feet. I heard him say, "Hey, I am here." I slowly opened my sparkling eyes and ended up seeing an unfamiliar man with a straight face. He's wearing a brown leather jacket and tight black pants, holding the shaft of the spear, tightly gripping his hand on it as if he's ready to kill or something, while the other half from where the head is located is currently lying on top of his right shoulder. "Being a nosy creature is never a good thing," he uttered with a blank face.

I ask turning away from the smoothie for a moment to face the man, where in this moment, I was more than glad that I had a counter separating us. This man had an evil type of look in his eye, it was clear he didn’t want to be here speaking to me but for whatever reason, had no other choice. He wore a dark brown jacket over a white t-shirt and jeans, he didn’t have any hair but a scar which ran across his eye telling me he’d been in some kind of scuffle some time in his life. “Did a man walk through here?” He asks his voice rough but seeming to sound a little uninterested, while I tilt my head to the side a little in a confused manner.

No way was I leaving her alone in this crazy mess. A minute later, Abramo brought a man inside—a middle-aged, kinda chubby, totally bald, and seriously not winning any beauty contests. The man looked like he'd seen some rough days. Life had left its mark, with scars and lines all over his face. "Ugly" might be putting it mildly for the dude's battle-worn look.

“Are you kidding me? No one has ever considered me a strong person, I am alway the weak and unfit one.” “They are blind to see the real you.”the man said with a smile,it's like he can see through me Who is this mysterious man?

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."

I looked at the man, he was a young man in his early thirties, he had a long scar that ran through his face and one could mistake him for being blind, if not looked closely. “What do you want ?” I spat out, as the men who held me unhanded me.