Watch Men Novels & Stories

It was a monument to masculine aggression: dark wood, trophy animal heads on the walls, a massive desk with a computer linked to the city’s surveillance network and the security feeds from the docks. “He watches from here,” she said quietly, powering up the system. Multiple screens flickered to life, showing grainy black-and-white footage of Warehouse 17 and its perimeter. They could see Viktor’s men taking up positions, see the unmarked shipping containers being unloaded from a trawler. Pope watched, mesmerized and horrified by the scale of Viktor’s operation. “Now we wait,” Alessia whispered. She had changed into a simple black sleeveless dress and flat shoes, clothes for movement.

Before she could recover, I held my phone out in front of her. "Sorry, this just popped up on my phone. I think you should see it." On the screen was a trending headline that had just broken: [Entrepreneur Samantha Fisher's eldest son, Bruce Hardman, meets a supermodel in the early hours; the two passionately kiss and enter a hotel.] Below it was a secretly filmed video. The timestamp showed it was from last night—after he had taken Sophie into the hotel and stayed for three hours, he came out and went straight to his second rendezvous of the night.

This men in black is acting strange this time, but the way they remember the previous night, they couldn't stop the shaken of their heart. “We...” the one so good-looking is shaken. He want to shout the frustration, but only gritted as the electrified sensation cause his body to flip and flop. The other can only sigh the bitterness. Wether they lose their life together or what is not the desirable outcome. It may also affect the might of the moonless pack! “So he's not available,” the woman said, causing the men in black to shake violently. “Again, he must be insane!” The room isn't that wide, and they barely have the space to breath. The heat slowly arisen, and they are powerless in this wo

The man in the limelight sat in the middle without caring for what was going on around him as he continued to sip on his wine. Soon, Guston's guards came to wispper something into his ears. He looked at the man beside him and smirked.

Most of them are men with only three women among them. This does not look good.

I'm still getting her a gift though. "Capo pronto," I hear over one of the men say. "La stanza è sicura." "Dobbiamo rimanere in silenzio," another man says as he hold downs on his ear piece. "What did they say?" I whisper to Aurora. "We have to be quiet now because the deal is happening," she replies. "Isn't the deal happening like an hour away?" I ask and she nods. "The men need to hear what is happening through the ear pieces incase something were to happen," she replies. "Like if the boys needed back up or if the house were to be infiltrated."

Many were getting maimed or slaughtered by older, battle hardy males who were hoarding females. I was never worried about being hoarded by such males. Nobody wanted to square off with Remus. He had even frightened the two friends I had made into staying back. Kita would then speak to me through the woodline, under scrutinizing glare of Remus. Remus had never favored Kita, who was a rogue male. Kita was female crazy and eccentric. Too full of life and not enough of sense, Remus would say.

I asked. He gave his head a little shake and said, "You know what, he's more than just a Capo to me, he's my closest friend, my brother. But he messed up, big time. As Made Men, we have a rule to never touch or harm each other's wives. I feel he owes you an apology for his actions." My eyes widened, I couldn't imagine Capo being sorry to me, "No, it's alright. I'm fine, I don't want his apology, he scares me."

the man says. “You could have been torn into pieces.” “But what are they doing? Aren't they Navy forces? Shouldn't they be supposed to save us?” demands I, brows raising. “They are not part of the navy or any government armed forces. They're watchmen. They're here to watch and eliminate those who are not killed to prevent anyone from escaping. They want to be sure that this place and the immorals they are doing remains a secret,” he responds. “How long have you been here?”