Unibrow Man Novels & Stories

A weird looking middle-aged male with dyed mohawk hairdo, having scars on his forehead down to his right side of his neck, a pointed nose and insanely using his elongated tongue to lick Wren’s shaved head. “Sorry, lady Luna.” The weird man croaked, raised his slit iris. “I need him to win an easy point since no one here dares to bring you down, this very tadpole will be the first to lose his life here.” The weird man’s eyes inclined to Wren’s glossy blue eyes. Wren’s mouth corners pointed in different directions, in a lopsided smile. How weak his grip and intimidation was and how disappointing, she’d expected more from a being of such caliber, Lady Beth's and Luna’s grips were more vigorous.

As Uno entered, he saw a man bound and kneeling on the cement floor, guarded by Piero. "So you're the fucking one who led this fucking troupe," Uno said coldly, approaching the bloodied man. Uno grabbed the man's hair and yanked it. "If I fucking ask you who's plotting my death, will you fucking answer?" Uno asked emotionlessly, causing the man to smirk. "Don't ask, because even if you kill me now, I won't answer." "Ah, so you choose death over submission." "Don't make me laugh, Urquio. I know you'll kill me even if I speak. What's the difference?" the man said, causing Uno to release his hair. Piero approached and handed Uno a pipe, wiping the smirk off the man's face.

Neither of them spoke. Because I wasn't finished. "You know what?" I laughed. A little hysterically. "I genuinely hope every single mafia man wakes up tomorrow with erectile dysfunction!" Silence. "I hope your bloodlines end with you!" Marco made a strange choking sound. "I hope women collectively unionise and leave all of you to die alone!" Marco looked like he was trying very hard not to laugh. “Does the word unionise exist?” I pointed at him. "You too, Apple Boy!" "...Apple Boy?"

For a moment, I think my mind is playing tricks on me as I stare at the two gorgeous men outside my door. When the one greets me, I know it isn’t a trick. Man Bun and Faux Hawk from the diner stand before me with identical smirks. That is the only identical aspect of the two, though. They are both in a clean-cut suit. Man Bun’s is a dark gray with a maroon shirt, and Faux Hawk is in a black suit with a deep pink shirt underneath. Now that they are standing side by side, Man Bun has at least four to five inches on Faux Hawk.

They were forced to stand by the outskirts, and that was when Fane saw a familiar face. It was the square-faced man they had seen at the inn. At that moment, the square-faced man was waving his hand to someone. Fane and Lourain looked to where he was looking and saw the man with a unibrow in the crowd. The man with the unibrow had an incredibly bitter look on his face. He looked incredibly conflicted as helplessness and pity were evident on his face. Both of them had seen everything that had happened at the inn. On top of that, the two of them already guessed what was happening behind the scenes. They naturally understood how helpless the man with the unibrow felt.