Novel & Cerita Any Man Book

"That's my boss Zachary Evans and that's his Grandmother. He's a fine piece of ass.. Everyone thinks so" "I wouldn't know."I placed the photo back down on the sideboard beside the ornaments. Of course i thought the man was handsome, but after everything that's happened the last two years I didn't want to even think about another man in that way. "You don't swing that way either?"She asked. "No, I do." "Giving up on men?" "I guess so, it's hard to trust anyone these days."I turned and looked at her."That thing people say about finding the one.. It's just one huge joke."

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

She looked the man over and thought the title of the janitor befitting of him compared to his present position. Looking from Eva to Camelia, the man saw that Eva was serious. He sucked up his laughter and took down some notes. After a couple of minutes, he redirected the duo to another agent. The man, Jacob Books was tall and handsome. He had a disarming smile and he was blonde. He gave off the vibe of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He also seemed like someone humorous and yet serious. Eva found herself lost in his eyes the instant they were introduced.

His hands snapped out but his touch was ginger when his fingers curled around the book's binding, "would it be wise to leave this on the shelf? Anyone would be able to read it." Zora filed the books on the last row before reaching out for the book in the man's hand. The corner of her lips kicked up in a smile, "This book will remain untouched for years to come because only one person has the key to open it." "The book isn't exactly locked, Zora," the man sounded exasperated. She shot him a glare, "Try opening it then." The man did as she asked but the book wouldn't budge. He grunted something unintelligible under his breath before thrusting it into Zora's chest, "Who is the one that can open

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

How wonderful he has these. But i wonder if he's watering them accurately? Or just a display here, useful until death. Meh. My feet led me next to his shelf, there are many books there, the sections were full. Oh i remember he's a man who believes in the credibility of a book, especially if it is written in a style that suits his taste. The law stuff, firm management, social studies, sales tax and any other business-related concepts. "I wonder..." I took out a single book in a hardbound, it has gold letterings in its cover that says the title: A Wise Tycoon.

On the other side of the office, with shelves holding dusty and moth-eaten books, were dirty blue sofas, and two men lay on them fast asleep. “Sit.” He said, and Nikkie directed us to sit, while he stood behind me, alert. I settled on the soft chair, feeling discomfort creep up on me. “Names please.” The man said, opening a large book. “A human must have designed this office, right? Could it be the author? Someone who has seen how things work in the human world.” Emily said softly, leaning forward as she watched the man with something close to awe. “We have rules governing our operations here, and whether or not they were set up by the author, it is not our place to say. Write down your name

We needed all the evidence we could get against Mr Ranault even if it means coming to see a stranger alone in a library. The library had another floor for history and science while the bottom floor was for kids books and pretty much basic stuff. I searched around the ground floor of the library but there was only two teenagers,some women and two nerdy collage guys. There is no way any of these people had that manly voice I heard on the phone last night. Just as I was about to go upstairs,I saw a man seating in one of the chairs with a book in his hands titled: A little life. The man had brown skin like dark chocolate. He pulled the book down a little to be able to peep his eyes out and look

I choked out between coughs as I robotically moved my arms to keep my body upright and away from this frightening character. “Is that his name?” the man asked with a deep, raspy voice that had a hint of growl in it. “He’s fine. He’s just been tranquilized.” “Tranquilized!” I exclaimed with dismay. I’d finally coughed away enough water to be able to breathe and talk. “Why?” “So he wouldn’t bite me, of course,” the man said with humor. Working my arms so that I was moving toward the shore while still looking at him, I asked, “Who are you?”