6:20 Man Book 3 Novels & Stories

She stood on tiptoe, took that book off the third shelf, and seriously flipped through it. In the book, there is a photo of a man and a woman, the two of them embracing each other sweetly and closely, the blue eyes filled with the love of an extremely outstanding woman, with an extremely beautiful appearance.

Fuck. "You horrible little man," I say as I hand him the money. He's grinning from ear to ear as he put the money with his pile. "I'm just so good at this game," he says cheekily. Cole ends up winning when me, Marcus and Nathan are all bankrupt and Cole owns the whole board. We tidy it away and I laugh when Cole starts to get horny with his husbands. We put a movie on as Cole straddles Marcus and kisses his neck. "I've got to go to work soon, sweetheart," Marcus says and Cole pouts.

Suddenly, the door opened, and a man appeared in the door frame, holding a bouquet in his left arm. “What do you mean by this, Jakara!” He smashed the flowers into the floor and hurled a finger at Kim. “Why him, Jakara?” He suddenly barged into the room and approached Kim, pulling his collar. Scaring the wits out of me, I pushed him away from Kim, and exclaimed, “Go away, Josh. You have no right to harass him." “Is this the kind of man you have chosen? You’ll pay for this, Jakara!”

“Werewolf.” “Interesting,” the man mouthed whilst nodding his head slowly as he wrote some more things on the form. Harold felt uncomfortable. He was having a bad feeling about all of these. “Grade,” the man asked next. It seemed more like he was making a statement than asking for Harold's grade. “Second year,” Harold managed to say. “I got in last year.” The man wrote some more things for about ten seconds after. Still without looking up, the man handed him a pass.

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There are a lot more things inside this tent too. "Ah, I see that you are finally awake. It looks like it's time to start the show" A man says. I lift my head so that I can look at him better. I find myself squirming in my chair as I try to get away from him. He has the largest scar on his face I have ever seen. He looks like an evil villain. When he comes closer the heat from his breath causes my eyes to water.

I didn't mean to sound rude, but I was clear he was. "Well, who else is here besides a beautiful woman watching the majestic blue sea? I couldn't help myself join. I hope I wasn't interrupting your alone time. My apologies." He turned his head, and I got a glimpse of his face. He was not old per se, but maybe in his mid-thirties. His shoulder-length black hair was combed back with mousse, and he had dark eyes that shouted malice, they looked scary, but he had that dangerous bad-boy vibe going on - like a gangster. I couldn't get a reading of his vibe. I'm not like Effie with her six senses of knowing people's aura.

—No meanness, but it wouldn't be nice for my brother or my dad to come home and find you in a kind of…embarrassing state. —Are you telling me I'm going to get a hard ―on reading your book? He leaned closer to my mouth. I felt mint breath blowing my nose. —I hope so,— I confessed, my voice breathless and writhing in the water. —Manu, this is evil. Now how am I going to hold out until the end of the day?

Anna certainly didn't see it, but Mila could clearly see a smile tugging at the corners of the man's lips as he carefully turned each page of the old book. "I have my own way of persuading him. You don't have to worry about me,” Anna said lightly and tilted her head, just at the same time the look in the man's eyes changed as he looked back at Anna. “Then, what are you going to do with this book?” Mila couldn't hear what the man's answer was because after that her surroundings changed again. Now, the sun was no longer shining and she was standing on the bridge connecting the east and north towers.

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.