Any Man Book Novels & Stories

The room inside the projection remained unchanged. The desk. The chair. The window. The book. Waiting. Everything seemed to be waiting. Even the collapsing horizon had slowed. Reality itself appeared suspended. As though the entire system was holding its breath. The man in black looked toward the book. Then quietly said: “It can't be opened by anyone else.” Arthur folded his arms. “How do you know?” The man smiled sadly. “Because we tried.” Silence. Gabriel blinked. “We?” The man didn't answer. Not directly.

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."

There wasn’t much furniture around, which made the room look even bigger. I walked toward the recliner near the window and stared at the magazines lying on the stool. They were all business magazines, different publishers, but with the same man on the cover. An old man with a tall and broad frame, which sort of reminded me of— “You?” Adonis’s voice made me jerk, and I whirled around to face him.

I heaved a breathless sigh and turned around, astounded by his behavior, I lacked the strength to debate with him when my stomach is on rampage. I toured around his house until I stumbled upon a library, my eyes broadened at the books, no, number of books lying casually, it was a fucking bookstore, except the store. It was clear that this was his personal sanctuary, a place for him to find solace and breathe freely. A man like him, is he interested in books? Excitement fueled my steps as I meticulously explored each section, discovering an abundance of science titles. He loves science? It felt like unravelling a captivating mystery to know what lies beneath this mafia Kai Eldorado’s stoned h

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

“These are the books I wanted to share with you. They’ve recently become some of my favorites.” I immediately picked up one of the books and gazed at the cover, letting my fingers lightly trace the texture of it. “The Man in the Island...” I whispered to myself, reading the title aloud. “This actually sounds really good. I think I’ll start reading it right now—” I was just about to open it when, out of nowhere, Bruno’s large, veiny hand landed flat on the book with a sharp smack. I turned to look at him, startled and slightly confused.

Portraits lined the walls ancestors, perhaps, or trophies of conquest. Her guide led her through a long corridor and stopped before two tall oak doors. “Wait here.” He disappeared within, leaving her alone in the dim light of the corridor. Amelia’s pulse thundered. She wanted to flee, to run back into the storm, but her pride anchored her feet. Moments later, the doors opened. “Enter.” The voice was deep, measured unmistakably English. She stepped inside. The study was vast, its walls lined with books and ledgers. A fire burned low in the hearth, casting amber light across a large mahogany desk. Behind it stood Ryan Ashford, taller than she remembered, his shoulders broader, his expression c

I sprinted home and couldn't wait to share the good news with my wife, Morrigan Frost. I had told her that I might be busy and wouldn't be able to come home for lunch before leaving the house that morning. Now, I wanted to surprise her. We had been married for so many years and living a hard life. She could finally enjoy life with me now. However, I didn't expect to see a pair of men's leather shoes on the shoe rack the moment I opened the door. The shoes were clean and polished. They obviously belonged to a businessman. I had spent all my spare time doing delivery jobs, and I rarely bought shoes like that for convenience.

The man's voice was melodious, especially when he growled under his breath to talk to himself. "Baby, I can't see… "Give it to me, baby, please…" Was he really that enthusiastic? Even from behind a screen, where he couldn't really make out anything clearly? To be honest, I found it so silly that it was almost adorable, not to mention that his pent-up grunts unwittingly drew me along to his rhythm. Soon, I could hear his gasp of satisfaction from my earphones—the most perfect of endings.

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. "I'm sorry if my words hurt you. I didn't mean it that way. I'm really happy that someone is reading my book" Niyati said apologetically. "Oh! That means you're Niyati Khanna. I loved your book and was waiting for your new book and must I say you're really very talented person. So when can I expect to read your new book?" the man asked her unable to hide his excitement and curiosity. Suddenly her phone rang and it was her boyfriend Naman. She picked it hesitantly.