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?”

They dared to ruin my day and then show up here as if they had done nothing wrong. The older gentleman looked over his right shoulder at me. Beamed brightly. He looked a lot like Rafael, with his dark skin and endless dark eyes. His shoulders were broad as well. Frame large and imposing. But he was even gentle with the teacup in front of him. Placed it down by setting his pinky down first and then the cup. A giant who was keenly aware of the havoc he could wreak. Mrs. Parades stopped in front of him. Placed a kiss on his cheek and moved away so that he could get a better view of me. I unclenched my fists. Knotted my hands together in front of myself. Forced a

"His gentleness isn't exclusive to you. He's gentle with other women, too. Such a man, to put it bluntly, is like central air conditioning. He doesn't just warm and soothe you; he warms everyone around him. He can fool naive and sweet girls like you with occasional caring words, making you think he treats you differently." Paige was at a loss for words. It seemed Chris hit the mark. Randall was indeed a gentle man, but he was not exclusively gentle to her. He treated everyone kindly, always wearing a warm smile and speaking with a gentle and slow tone that gave off a refreshing breeze. "What's the matter?” Chris asked. “Cat got your tongue? Did I hit the nail on the head?" Paige glared at hi

He buttons his blazer slowly, his smile never wavering. “What does it look like I’m doing?” he says, his voice calm, almost teasing. “A simple gesture. A gentleman sees a lady shopping, he pays the bill. Isn’t that tradition?” Bianca’s laugh is short, brittle, and humorless. “A gentleman?” She folds her arms, her diamond bracelet glinting under the boutique lights. “You’re many things, Wade, but let’s not insult words by twisting them into masks they’ll never wear.” He tilts his head, unbothered by the insult. “Harsh. I’ll take that as your way of saying thank you.”

He whispered She hit his chest playfully, " Stop acting like a gentle man,it doesn't suit you " She said " Am a gentle man,you just doesn't seem to know that. You want me to show you what a gentle man is??" " What ??" He released her and smiled,, " You really want to know?? " he asked again " Tell me,," " On The bed not here " He said " What?!!!!! That's not gonna happen,am still mad at you " She snapped and moved away trying to take off her dress.

He asked curiously. I smirked, sliding the little pink book aside. “A gentleman never tells.”I said softly. “You’re getting soft.”Zane said. “Soft?” I arched a brow. “Never. Selectively violent? Always.”I replied. We both shared a deep laugh. The kind only men in our world could afford to have before handling a serious matter. ~~~~~~