A Rising Man Book Novels & Stories

the man said. "Did you like the book "Flames and Roses"? Niyati asked curiously. "Oh yes, I know you're thinking that I'm blind and how can I read but my sister who is here with me, help me in all these things. I am not blind by birth" the man sighed sadly. Niyati felt bad for him. Something is off about this man but not in a bad way but like he is in deep pain or something. But now you're in deep pain her mind says.

Even most of the nine could not compete with him on that level. After Mane picked that manual, the other books disappeared. A bright light was once again released from the 3rd mountain. This time, a prepared Mane did not have to close his eyes. When the lights faded, there were a cluster of books hovering around him. Unlike before, he did not read their descriptions before making his decision. No, his hand reached for a manual before he could even think.

But even then, she could tell that the man in front of her was different from the boys she’d seen. For one, this hulking figure of a man was twice the size of any boy she’d seen in the villages. He seemed made up of broad shoulders, lean muscles, and chiseled features. Sonya had spoken of gods and monsters in her story, and Mara felt the man was both. Dark locks fell slightly on his forehead, and Mara itched to push them back, wondering if the silky locks felt as soft as they appeared. Dark stubble also dusted lightly across his jaw, giving his face a shadow and emphasizing the planes of his cheekbones.

I exclaimed, stepping back instinctively. The man laughed, a warm, easy sound that immediately made me relax. “Hey, it’s okay. You really don’t need to apologize.” I looked up—and froze slightly. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties, with messy blonde hair that fell in soft waves over his forehead. His eyes were a clear, bright blue, and when he smiled, they crinkled at the corners in a way that made him seem friendly, open, and—unintentionally—charming. He wasn’t intimidating or overbearing. He just looked… approachable, kind, effortless. Handsome without trying.

"Everyone in that book makes terrible decisions. That's the point." "He knows the other man is lying and he keeps giving him more access. It's not romantic, it's a liability." "It's about choosing someone even when it's risky," I said. "Which you would know something about." He looked at me. "Are you comparing us to a novel where someone gets shot in chapter six?" "No one gets shot in chapter six." "I'm on chapter six." I laughed. Actually laughed, the kind that comes out before you can decide whether to let it. He watched me with the expression he reserved for moments he thought I wasn't paying attention. Like he was storing it somewhere.

The second one was smaller, but there was something in his eyes that was definitely more dangerous than the bigger one. I looked at them and nodded slightly. I’m not like them, I thought. I’m a businessman. I have money. I have power. They will respect that even in here. “I’m not like the other guys that you usually see in here,” I said, fixing my jacket. “I’m a businessman. I have money. I have the power to make sure you stay away from me.” The bigger one smirked at me. “You mean?” he asked. “I mean it,” I replied confidently.

The man's voice caused me to raise my head. "It's nothing,” I replied and focused on the book, searching for any detail I must have missed last night. "People like you are hard to find these days,” the man continued. I ignored him and kept scanning the book. "Is that a diary or something?” He asked as he tilted his head back. I frowned in irritation and slammed the book shut. "No!” I snapped. "Oh, the Scorpio,” he chuckled, and my blood froze. I jerked my head, my eyes widening.

’ 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.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE