Watch Men Novels & Stories

she smirks and walks away with her little minion like she just successfully broke a happy marriage. I cover my hand over my mouth laughing, is that piece of information supposed to make me heart broken? "You have to be careful with who you talk to" Nathan's voice startles me. "Stay with me and I would show you who you shouldn't talk to" He picks up a champagne glass. "Your family is quite... Different" I remark and he laughs. "I know, they're all leeches" he takes a sip of his drink. "That woman on red right there" he gestures at the woman with his eyes "-is a no go for you okay?"

"Allah, even babes now cringe when Arabs know they're American, we've really spoiled the upcoming generation. ``Another man garbed with white-robed like the former man though leaner, remarked. "Hahaha " the man and three others laughed and Tom immediately turned around to see, 'when did these men show up here? ' he questioned himself, his old fear started to creep up a bit he immediately quelled it, if these people were Interpol or anything law enforcement agency or people paid for by his parents, they won't have time to be chit-chatting with him, they would have already made their move since. He wanted so direly to wave these men off, he has no business with them and there's nothing meaning

Dr. Mitchell Blake was a small, wiry man in his mid-fifties who looked like a perfectly normal man. Had I not known that he was one of Noah’s pack, I’d never have guessed it. Then, I never would have thought Noah to be a werewolf either. The good doctor’s appearance helped to lessen the trauma that I experienced at having to expose myself to a stranger for an intimate examination. His mild mannered politeness also didn’t hurt.

Wika nito at saka sinuot ang isang sapatos na hawak niya. "You stole Dad's watch?" Tanong ko naman kay Jas na halatang gulat na gulat. "What? No, I didn't. Aleina's just making up stories para mapagalitan ako." Sagot niya sa amin. "Yeah, you did. You stole his Patek Philippe and sold it to a merchant with a price-" Naputol ang sasabihin ni Aleina nang sumagot ito. "Shut up!" He snarled. "Hindi ko nga kinuha yun!"

“There’s nothing wrong with breaking her legs to keep her. Or chaining her to the bed. She’s mine.” She was looking for freedom. He gave her obsession—wrapped in tenderness. Genesis Caldwell thought escaping her abusive home meant salvation—but her arranged marriage to billionaire Kieran Blackwood might be its own kind of prison. He’s possessive, controlling, dangerous. Yet in his own broken way… he’s gentle with her. To Kieran, Genesis isn’t just a wife. She’s everything. And he’ll protect what’s his. Even if it means destroying everything else.

Everyone fell silent, parting like the Red Sea. “Capo Vincent.” “Good morning, Capo.” Greetings rippled through the staff. A man around fifty walked through the path they’d made. He wore a sharp, dark blue suit, his hair combed perfectly, carrying the natural authority of a man used to being in charge. It was Vincent, one of the family’s Capos. He scanned the crowd, his brow furrowed. “What’s going on? Why is everyone crowded around the back door?” Marco’s face instantly changed, all greasy smiles. He practically scampered over, like a dog wagging its tail.

“Katherine Bennett.” Clara introduced, hoping her son would take another glance at the ladies right in front of him, “They are all from wonderful families and each has respectable jobs.” “Hello, Mr Damian.” The Ladies uttered one after the other, watching as he slipped one hand into his pocket and continued walking down the steps. Of course, they had never seen such a handsome and dreamy man before. A man whose presence alone was enough to make their legs wet. “Mom, do you really have to go this far?”

He was the kind of man who didn’t walk—he commanded space. He wore a pair of impeccably tailored charcoal-gray suit pants that clung to his form with surgical precision, as though they had been sewn onto him. His crisp white button-down shirt was tucked neatly at the waist, hugging his torso in a way that emphasized both his broad shoulders and narrow waist. The sleeves were casually rolled up to his elbows, revealing forearms inked with vibrant tattoos—swirls of color and design that danced across his skin like living art.

The woman looked down at her ruined clothes before slowly lifting her head toward me. “YOU?!” Before I could even respond, another voice suddenly echoed through the room. A deep voice. Cold. Familiar. “What’s happening here?” The woman immediately turned. “Colen...”

"I don't want a new life." "You don't have an option, either a new life or no life at all." Vallas said as Penelope nodded her approval one and the man started to give orders. Thirty minutes later when they have settled in a room, after eating or rather, Penelope scarfing down the meal while the man watched, the man chose to speak to Penelope again. "I think it is time you tell me everything, don't you?" he said as Penelope nodded. "Of course I will."