A Man's World Book Novels & Stories

The red looking man said to me, he was the one with the most human features from the rest of us. That day I found out just how long, I would be condemned to this forsaken land. He gave me a book showing my future, it was unfolding right in front of me. Two hundred years, I was doomed in this hell hole for two hundred years. That goddamn sorceress! *****

The man casually answered Adela. "Don't talk nonsense! It's just because I don't think this support system has as many features as you. Anyway, you say you are the creator of this world. If it were you, I would think I would. maybe get out of this damned world sooner." Adela immediately countered the man's carefree statement by stating the reason she had just come up with in her mind. "So I'm the only one who misses you? Okay, it's okay if you don't remember, I promised to get you out of here smoothly. I won't break my promise." The man spoke in a disappointed tone.

Third Person's POV "Your mom's second husband." That four-word sentence gives confusion to Sarah. "What? Are you serious?" the lady asked him. The man can sense that Sarah has a doubt on what he is saying. "Look, I am here to have some rest. And if you are here to disturb me, or if this is just a prank, please, stay away,” Sarah added with irritability in her voice. "This is not a prank," the man said. Sarah was stun for seconds. The way the man is talking to her, it is very firm and it looks like he is very serious about what he is saying.

The words seemed to leap off the page, filling the room with an eerie sense of foreboding. Everything written in the book didn't make any sense to either Stella or Morgan. They found everything in the book quite absurd. The book spoke of witches, dragons, angels, vampires, and the devil. They didn't believe in such a thing at all, weren't they just fantasy? If they were to interpret it, it only meant that Grandma Elizabeth was a witch while the stranger guy whom Stella had picked from the streets the previous night was the devil.

Bella Who would’ve thought that “us against the world” would quickly turn into “me against the world, and against the memory you have now lost”? It will be the biggest lie of mine if I say that none of this affects me, that I have faith in our love and that you will remember me in no time. But I would just keep on pretending, not until the negativity inside me melt away. By the time I was walking straight into your room, hospital corridors echoed with the hurried footsteps of anxious visitors and the hushed whispers of worried families. Amongst them, is me, and my heavy heart filled with anticipation.

And then, voices—startled, uncertain voices—cut through her confusion. “Who… who are you?” A man stepped into view, his tailored suit impeccable, but his eyes wide with shock. Clara froze. She opened her mouth, but no words came. She didn’t understand this world, these people, or the strange clothes they wore. “I… I don’t know…” she whispered, her voice trembling. The woman behind the man gasped. “Where did you come from? How did you get in here?” Clara shook her head, confusion and fear twisting her stomach. “I… I don’t know… I was” She stopped, realizing she had no words to explain the impossible.

I rested my face between my hands and laughed incredulously at how stupid I was at that not-so-distant time. In spite of everything, I felt happy to have learned a lot and grown from it all. The submissive and foolish Helena no longer existed and I couldn't be prouder. As Queen Beyoncé would say: Who run the world? Girls! Which meant that no man deserves to waste our time and our mental health. I opened the book, hoping that I could concentrate on the subject, since my mind kept focusing on only one thing: John and Cassie's breakup.

I found a tattered web-strap chaise lounge, positioned it in the shade, and fell onto it. The comic book was called “They Come Out at Night,” and its cover featured some kind of one-eyed bat-like creature swooping down on a scantily-clad woman. I dove in, reading the story about the monster called Popobawa that had been captured in Africa and shipped to the United States. The ship was wrecked in a storm off the coast of North Carolina, smashing the crate that held the beast. It flew to shore and terrorized a small town. I read the whole thing, cover to cover, only to have the story end on a cliffhanger. There must be more of these in the attic. The thought of going up there to find the next

“Dom wasn’t the one who reached out to me for your marriage. I did. Partly because I had to choose a wife, but I chose you because I wanted to.” I remained quiet, not knowing how to react to his confession. He was a Made-man, an Underboss, so he would always be a version of a monster in the eyes of normal people, but since I was a part of the same world, a man who had confessed his true emotions was the closest these men could get to being good.

With all the noise and filth cleared away, my world finally became peaceful again. There was still a long road ahead. The world is big. There's plenty of room out there to make your own way.