Prologue: The Cry of Legends
"you should have brought a heavier jacket, young man," a voice said to his left. "i didn't think it'd be this chilly tonight," the young man replied turning to see an elderly man smiling softly.
Chapter Three: Dark as night, Twice the blight
The man laughed manically, getting up and walking out the dinning room door. "what, how dare you!" cam yelled as he ran forward to grab hold of the strange man and force him to answer their questions. "cam, wait. we don't know what he is capable of."
Ironwolf (Furvengers: Assemble!)
The speakers weren't the best but his voice was magnified well enough for the man and his son to hear. "i should have--" "you did fine," the man said, curtly. his eyes were tinged with tears. "it's those bastards who'll be sorry."
The Male Mates of Dragons I
Though he had some idea in his modest military career that they hardly listened to the cries of a man to be saved from his own plight.
One Man's Rubbish Is Another Man's Sex Toy
Watching enix with a grin that could kill a lesser man, kyntal grunted quietly as his wings began to grow wider from the base of his back, and his whole upper body heaved forward with the growing weight of his changing figure.
Last Man Standing
A bear-man took him down, a huge hairy bastard with claws like... poor kid. captain wants me to write his wife. shit. dear mrs. jones, i'm sorry to inform you your husband was torn to pieces by a bear-man. no. it was a bear.
New Man in Town
The other man took the hand into his own. "yusuf. pleasure is mine!"
Man of His Dreams
The young man had on a yellow shirt and khaki pants, his feet bare but sporting some toe rings. lucas froze where he was, but the man looked up, meeting eyes with him. he had intense, greenish hazel eyes. a soft smile crossed the young man's lips.
One Man’s Hell...
One man's hell was another man's heaven, after all. and eizal had no doubt, the only change in ambiance from this, and a proper heaven for him, would be fewer silently-tortured people around the two. even then, maybe not. it was starting to grow on him.
Young Man of the House
"you're goddamned _right,_ i'm the man of the house," hissed isha, feeling still that shameful taboo but loving the sheer dominance the swears imbued him with. he _was_ the man of the house, and seras was his woman.
The Dead Man's Mouth
Inside, there will be a man sitting in a chair facing the door. don't worry, this man is dead. he has been dead for a long, long time, but his skin is still attached to his body like he only died a week ago.
Making the Most of a Man
Marci had never seen such a pathetic man, and yet, unlike those other women, she didn't blame the man himself.