A Man's World Book Novels & Stories

This guy was playing on an entirely new level compared to the men I’d dated. “I’m not a mermaid.” I tried to take the book back, but Golden Man’s grip was stronger than I’d anticipated. “Give that back.” “If you say please.” He smiled, his teeth white and straight and obnoxious. I scowled. “How about I promise not to hit you again and give you an actual concussion instead?” “Americans have a strange way of saying please.” Backed into a proverbial corner, I finally muttered please, very tempted to carry out my threat of hitting him a second time. Holding the book to my chest, I narrowed my eyes at the Golden Man.

Even with his smiling face, he looked scary. Nevertheless, despite that, despite how I was looking at his face so intently, the man did not show any annoyance or anger. His smile remained, and with the same gentle voice, he asked me what my verdict was. I did not make my answer verbal. I just nodded with my eyebrows up in approval. I have learned not to judge a book by its cover and maybe, just maybe, this man is one of the books that I should not be charging by its cover alone. The man's smile broadened. Next thing I saw him pressing another button, and the housemaid came soon after. When he asked me what we would like to have for a drink, I did not hesitate to answer that whatever he was o

Instead, he leaned back against a mahogany shelf, his casual sweater bunching at his shoulders. He looked at the stack of books on my desk, his eyes lingering on a tattered spine I had tucked at the bottom. "Wait, is that THE STAND?" he asked, pointing to the thick paperback. I looked down, my eyes landing on the book he was referring to. It was a survival horror story. Something about an alien invasion and humans getting wiped out one by one. "Oh. Yes. I’ve read it three times, but I find comfort in the end of the world sometimes. It makes my own feel... manageable."

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

"It's as bad as the Mets!" (Venus and Mars: There is a very famous book called Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus by John Gray. It talks about the gender difference of Male and Female. Each gender has its own habits, The book offers many ideas for improving the relationship between men and women through understanding the communication and emotional needs of the opposite sex. mentioned, the book affirms the view that men and women are from two different planets, and that it is essential to learn the behavioral codes of the opposite sex. The female mirror comes from the goddess of beauty Venus, and the male shield and spear symbol comes from the ancient Greek god of war Mars.)

Selene heard it popping its mouth and distance itself from her space. She forcefully chuckled and stare back at the man in front of her. It's the Monarch of the Underworld. A God. An immortal. The one who will soon declare a war between the other realm, taking lives barehanded and mercilessly. She examined his appearance and saw that he's currently wearing a luxury dark coat over a long loose suit but I'm wearing a ball gown, who's winning here? She thought and break the silence between them. "I know, if I were a man I'll also fall for myself too." Selene smiles widely and casually looks around her. That's when she notices that the deep black space surrounding them is now gone replaced by a

He doesn’t look me in the eye as he speaks. "Something like that." I repeat. "However, I find it best not too run to the bottom of a bottle." This is not my place, let it go! But he’s the one to keep it going this time. "And I find it best not to chain myself to someone else's world." He retorts. "Fair enough." I say and carry on with my reading, twirling my pencil in my fingers until I need it. I thought that would be the end of this strange encounter but Aidan had other plans. He stared down at my book.

It almost seemed like they were hiding. Why would they hide? "Look there," The man whetted his finger toward space, and Roman followed it with his eyes. The man was indicating something Roman would call chaos. Inhumane. Skirmishes. It emerged like another planet under the moonlight. "That's where I'm from, young lad." Roman frowned with perplexity. "This is a world of kill or be killed, Rome, a world where only the strongest survive. A world that would be your world by the time you finish reading.. that… book…."

I was still in the clouds as I was in the middle of two singularly handsome men who were fighting over me. I have read in books that many heroines feel offended by being treated like a bone in the middle of two pit bulls, but I just think that’s only because something like that has not happened to the writers. You feel powerful, important, and beautiful; whoever says otherwise is simply lying. I was sitting on the sofa a few feet from the door waiting for him, when it opened and Mark came in like a maniac looking for me with his eyes, when he found me, he threw the door so hard that even the windows shook.

When I said that, Jeffrey looked surprised for just a second, but then he composed himself and gave me a book. "This is the medical book you wanted. While you were sick, I made a copy for you." I grabbed the book fast, scared that I might start crying at any moment. Back in my room, I looked through the copied book, touching the confident writing. There was only one copy of this medical book in the entire world, and it was kept by a collector. The borrowing process was difficult, and anyone who got it had to return it within a day. Jeffrey probably stayed up all night to copy it.