Any Man Book Novels & Stories

THE MAN IN YELLOW

I got up from my chair exasperated and started to walk around the table “You should worry, that man may take away our account, Eli, do you understand what I'm saying?” “And you smart, Olivia. If that man wanted to do that, he would have made a fool of you in front of everyone and wouldn’t have handed us the contracts.” she said quietly putting a gum in her mouth. I really couldn’t say anything against that, because I didn’t know if I was in limbo of emotions or if my emotions were in limbo, I couldn’t say honestly, because my mind was pondering the memories of the previous night. I couldn’t believe that the well dressed, flirtatious, passionate and sure of himself man who fucked me against a

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.

He has two adorable dimples that puncture your heart every time he sends you a little smile. You're a sucker for a man with dimples. It's been a couple of minutes since he's appeared and the room had been filled with the constant flick of a page. Lionell didn't appear with a pointy hat and a magical stick but he did come with a book. "She's not a vampire. Obviously." The handsome man says, swiping through an old leathered book that's the size of his chest. Which is quite a size by the way. Something like that should belong at a history museum. "She's human."

the man said to the professor. "I obey your will master," the professor acquiesced. "Take this book as well," the man said smiling at the professor. "What is this book for, master?" the professor queried. It was a thick book with golden engravings on it that shines and changes at random, as if enchanted. It's a magical book, thought the professor. "It's a book on how to become an immortal. Spread that among my followers. Do not fail me, slave," the man said gravely. "As you wish master!" the professor's hand was trembling as he held the book on his hands.

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.

The skinny man opened a gap in his clothes and showed it to Caspian, but he quickly covered it again. In that instant, Caspian saw no less than fifty pockets sewn into the man's clothes. Each pocket contained a picture book. Caspian never encountered such a thing before, so he was dumbfounded. Seeing his stupefied expression, the skinny man thought that Caspian was not interested in the picture books, so he pondered for a while and inched closer to Caspian again. "Master, if you don't like picture books, then what about novels? I have many novels of various themes that will surely satisfy you."

"Yes, manager." The gentle male voice was so close to her side that she could hear it extraordinarily clearly. "Snap." The book in her hand instantly fell to the ground. But without paying attention to the falling book, she dully looked back behind her. She noticed a few folks in plain suits flanking a man who appeared noble and elegant as he walked towards this side while discussing business. The man standed out significantly with his plain beige coat, jeans, slim frame, and noble aura. He always had a light smile at the corners of his mouth.

He has cards, which are the weirdest cards I've ever seen. Even though I could see it from afar, it looked like a small smoke device sheltered in a rectangular transparent glass cage that kept moving. In the books I read about the dwarves, there was mention of their king. The nameless man who reigns and manages to spread good qualities, he is also a person who can summon high-level spirits, these spirits are the purest and purest souls. As illustrated in the book, the king of Ax and his friends has ankle-length hair, noting that he loves to shirt chiton and go barefoot. He has a kinder heart than anyone alive.

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.