Any Man Book Novels & Stories

Weird. I couldn't see who he was talking to because his tall frame was covering the person. "I--i-i didn't do anything, sir, please don't hurt me" I could hear a frail voice begging. "You didn't do anything? Oh well I guess you would know what I am talking about when I am done with you" the ‘all-black attire man’ said and placed his briefcase on the table and that made me see the person he was talking to. It was an old man who was in his 60s I guess, he looked scared of what this dark man would do to him any minute.

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

No framed photographs of glamorous ex-girlfriends. No pictures from yacht parties in Monaco. No evidence whatsoever that women had ever come and gone through his life in the way gossip magazines claimed. It felt... Strange. I drifted toward a bookshelf against the far wall, running my fingers across leather-bound volumes on architecture, business, history, and urban development. The man apparently read books about city planning for fun. That tracked. Then something caught my eye. A single framed photograph sat tucked between two large books, almost hidden from immediate view. I carefully pulled it free.

I said wondering when daddy became this boring or Annie might have rubbed off on him. Annie hardly read these kinds of books. “Oh, darling, I've been too focused on human psychology these days and guess what I figured?” He asked genuinely excited, but kept his eyes glued to the words written on the pages of the book. “What?” “I figured books are the only things that have true meaning and hold both truth and lies, life and death… happiness and misery -” he glanced up from his book and at me, before turning back to them. “- A man who reads can rule by learning the art of manipulation,” he said, his smile wicked and wanton.

Her lips twitched as she looked at the man who was reading something like this when he was at work. She looked at the man who was in front of her, he had the book in his hands and from what she could see the man was engrossed so much in reading the book that he did not even notice that a shifter who was a born alpha was standing in front of him. Just what kind of scene was he reading that he couldn’t even sense that his natural enemy was standing in front of him, a part of her was distressed at the thought of such a man becoming the elder but a part of her was noticing the name of the book as well, she wanted to buy it once she goes back.

He grabbed a book of his own and read the back of it. "Is it weird that I want to read this book, just because of the trigger warnings?" Michael chuckled at that, shaking his head. "You don't read love," he pointed out. "That's a lie. I do," I argued. "Okay, maybe a little. But that's not the point. This looks...dark and mysterious," I said eyeing the book. The cover had three men, two of them with deep scolding looks. One had albinism while the other was red-haired. The one in the middle looked younger and less hostile. He had big green eyes and a boyish face, his brunette curls fluffy. Each of the scolding men had a grasp of each of his arms. To me, he looked like their Submissive or somet

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.

"And why is that?" The man walked behind the desk and pulled out a large, leather-bound book. He dropped it on the counter with a heavy thud. Jessie and Din exchanged a glance. Then their eyes fell on the man.

"My name is Danielle Arnold with no parents. I stay with my Pa and I have come to work here as a clerk. I am good with economics and reading is my hobby." "Is that all?" The woman asked. "If I were to tell you all then we all wouldn't leave here today. Besides, you asked for a briefing." The last man who hadn't said anything nodded and went through my resume. "Are you good at reading? What is your favorite book?" The first man asked again. Just as I had predicted. "My favorite book is a book I haven't read at all but I have it at home. It was written by Adam Smith, 'the wealth of the nation.'"

"Your hood is cute, but I prefer surprises. I've got enough betrayal for one night; I don't need any more disappointments." With that, Sherly stood up, leaving the bewildered man behind. He was so sure that Sherly would be in his arms that night, but who would have thought that she felt disappointed when she saw his penis? Was it wrong to have this small penis, or was it because she is used to having a big one? Feeling embarrassed and annoyed, the man stood up and walked out of the bar. He didn't even bother to go; he looked for his companion and continued to go home. He doesn't want them to mock him for that reason.