A Rising Man Book Novels & Stories

It might not have been this severe, but he had also fallen into drugs. Returning to the country without them triggered violent withdrawals, and he frequently harmed himself. Instinctively, I stepped back. As I passed, Thayer’s eyes widened, locking on mine. Then, with immense effort, he raised a trembling hand, freezing everyone in place. I took a few steps forward, my gaze hard, knowing he had words for me. Through clenched teeth, he said, “The Fairchilds chose you for profit. This marriage… You won’t find happiness.” I smiled faintly and replied in a voice only he could hear, “It doesn’t matter.”

"Time is money for us. You know what happens when you cross me." Alfred's face flushed a deep crimson. He knew all too well the dire consequences. The last guy who crossed Carol had his life turned upside down in no time, living a life even a beggar would pity. However, to dig through trash in front of me was a line he could not cross. At that moment, a sharp voice echoed from around the corner. "What in the world are you doing?" Alfred latched onto the voice like a drowning man to a lifeline. "Jen, help me out here! They're throwing their weight around, making me dig through the trash!"

the man said as he stretched his hand and grabbed Sophia. "Let go of her!" Justine yelled as she hit the man's hand with such force that he let go of Sophia. He lost his balance and staggered backward, spilling the coffee in his hand all over the man standing behind him—the same man who had been looking aggressive as he was in a hurry to work. What made it worse was that the man was wearing white, and the coffee stained his shirt. "Oops," Sophia muttered under her breath. The man with the stained shirt turned to the person who spilled the coffee all over him and pushed him in the chest.

No one seems to know much about her, but she certainly left an impression on your son. The man's jaw tightened, his thoughts racing as he contemplated the implications of this unexpected development. In that moment, the tranquility of his sanctuary was shattered, replaced by a storm of uncertainty and resolve. With a steely glint in his eyes, he rose from his seat, his posture radiating authority and determination. Whatever this strange girl's intentions, he vowed to protect his family's honor at all costs. "Thank you for bringing this to my attention," he said, his voice firm and unwavering. "I'll handle it from here."

There are two kinds of people in the world, the bad and the worst. Gideon Demetrius was on his way to becoming the wicked. Growing up on the run, everything he wanted he had to take it, chipping at his soul bit by bit. An uncontrollable hunger, the light so very far away. He was caged within his own shell, alone with only the darkness. Within the shadows, he changed into the manipulative bastard who sat at the center of a literature lecture, distracting every feminine and a few masculine eyes in the class.

Serenity POV I square my shoulders, stand straight, and follow my father's unit up the steps. I feel my unit fall into formation behind me and am proud to call them mine. It came so naturally. I never realised what I had been missing out on growing up by pushing these wolves away. Since I woke up in that hospital, with all my secrets laid bare, I had barely been able to catch a minute alone. I know they are worried about when the penny will drop, and I will crash. I know they all watch me, waiting for my breakdown. But they are doing that to be there to catch me when I fall, and nothing feels better than knowing I have them. I won't fall. I won't crash. I have never been better in my life, n

I mutter, looking at my foot, which was hit by some sort of book. I lift my foot and give it a light massage with my hands before picking up the book. As I read its title, "FAREWELL TO HUMANITY," I remember the events: mountain, rock, handsome man, fainting, handsome man, book, handsome man... Yeah, lots of events. I'm not doing well; I barely left home and I've already gotten myself into trouble, cursed mountain. Still lost in recent events, I run my finger over the couple on the book's cover, and for some reason, Deniel's image comes to mind, causing a small (very small) smile to form on my lips. He's so handsome and masculine.

Uprising Every man believes himself a hero, and the other a villain. However, it is left for time to decide who is mistaken. But until such day, each man shall play their part on fortune's stage, where the clout of the gods shall hold no water. Fate shall be set to motion, and each man leashed to the dictates of his purpose.

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.

Manik smiles. The white Iru enveloping him vanishes. “Harasho is the most reasonable dogma. You can say that it projects the current life.” Manik reaches into his jacket pockets and draws their contents. There are two books on his hands. A pink book with a couple smiling at each other on a heart frame on the cover is on his right hand and a red book with a short hair woman crying on the cover is on his left hand. “Which Doujin do you like, Your Highness?” Manik asked.