Gentleman Novels & Stories

William was painfully aware he was being observed and that alone was enough to make him feel nervous. "No, no. Thank you." He stuttered. "Ah, I see there isn't much you want, then. Besides winning the money on the table, that is." The gentleman gestured at the four cards on the table with the pile of money and a few jewels next to it. He leaned forward then and said lazily "I know you don't have anything besides those two sevens and from what I've counted so far, those are your strongest ones." He took a sip from his glass and folded his own cards.

However, when he saw a man arriving, his expression immediately changed, and he looked down. North remained clueless. “What is it? Is this some kind of trade secret? Can’t you tell me?” “Ms. North, you can always ask me.” North heard a gentlemanly voice. Although Gerald sounded gentle, his voice was devoid of any emotions. It exuded a sense of majesty that belonged to someone superior. The manager knew well that Gerald’s gentleness was only skin-deep. He dared not offend Gerald. The manager quickly said, “Mr. G, here you are. I’ll excuse myself first.”

Every time it was like this . Could it be anything harder than losing the last person who really cared about you? The only family you ever had ... when you were meant to not have no family ... … “Hello,” an elegantly dressed gentleman, wearing a long black coat to his knees over an expensive suit, with lacquered leather shoes, as only a lord could wear greeted respectfully. The gentleman just entered a small office. Under the stylish hat, one could see how his hair, which had once been completely golden, began to get the hue of silver. His movements were so skilful that he seemed to be trained at the Queen's most famous school o

It was at the tip of my tongue. “This is your cardholder, Miss.” He gave me the cardholder using both of his hands, which made him look like a gentleman. It is easy to tell that he’s an educated person with the way he talks, acts, and dresses. “Thank you so much. I owe you a lot. What’s your name, Sir?” “Gilbhey,” he introduced. “You can call me Gilbhey.” After saying his name, the man looked at the guy sitting beside me.

They certainly don’t stoop to help someone they perceive as inferior. The young man stammered his gratitude and hurried away. Adrian stood tall, brushing off his hands with an air of composed elegance. Then he turned his gaze back to me. Conversations around us resumed as if nothing had happened. I was still trying to catch up with the fact that the Gentleman Devil had just knelt to pick up broken glass. Adrian stood and dusted off his hands, eyes drifting back to mine. “What?” he asked, soft amusement tugging at his mouth. “Did I disappoint your expectations?”

“Stay there, Jolene.” “Erm, why?” “Because I’m going to open your door for you.” “Oh.” She’d been so taken aback, she’d just sat there still holding the door handle, and watched him walk around the van and open her door with a flourish. He’d bowed. “M’lady.” “M’gentleman,” she’d rejoined and regally taken his outstretched hand. “So polite.” “Well, I have lots of time to make up for,” he’d said as they’d walked up to her soon-to-be-former home. “I need to be nice to you, because God knows I’ve been far from polite or nice for far too long.”

I say, stepping out of the room. When I return, the water is still on and I can hear the boys murmuring to each other. I know Everett can’t hear them and I don’t think that Valko can, but I can hear Elio thanking Ajax for helping him and Ajax telling him that he doesn’t need to thank him. I’m glad they seem to be getting along. Ajax is a great young man, a born leader, and it looks like Elio is as well. When Everett is done taking Valko’s blood, he tells him he can come sit in the chair I’ve set up.

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

Then she left them on the table and went outside to continue the search. While she was standing outside the restaurant, A man also came out of the restaurant, then walked up to Gift, " Good day madam. I am sorry for the interruption if there is any way you got distant, I am Mr. William, an business man , owns Johnson Enterprises in Newcastle town, one of the town effect by the war." He is so handsome that ladies fall in love with him at first sight, has curly hair, is a few meters tall, and is well dressed.

' he laughed merrily , I lost myself for some seconds looking at the man beside me. He was the perfect definition of a gentleman, every part of his body screams handsomeness , from the thick black brows that housed two pairs of hazel eyes and a perfect smooth shaped jaw . " What's funny " I asked as his laughter died down " You… you're funny , with that funny expression of yours, It was cute. I can't believe Liam stayed with you and is still the same glacier that he is " he said in-between laughter . And I chuckled at his words.