Becky Lynch: The Man Book Novels & Stories

I said what was on my mind and took out the novel I took from Becca’s place the other day I went there. “What is the title?” he asked me and I showed him the back and he smiled. “What? Why are you smiling?” “It says ‘Rebecca’s property’ in bold red letters” “Yeah, she told me she needed to devise new ways to let me know her novels remain her novels no matter how many I borrow and didn’t return, what is hers will remain hers” I explained to him. “Okay, I am not too clear with that but have you tried to claim her books before?” I nodded ‘yes’.

His lapis-blue cockeyed eyes were fixated on me as he walked ahead of Beauchamp. “Lykoan Volkes!” The man exclaimed with a mischievous smirk, tearing his gaze from me and setting them on my mate. He stopped in his tracks at six feet with his legs parted and hands on his waist. “I came to finish our discussion, but I have some conditions of my own.” Clueless, I stood there, listening attentively. Who was this man that was gawking at me? Lykoan squared his shoulders and blew out a long breath. “That’s quite bold of you, Vydon of the Grooton Trenchlands. But let me advise you to keep your snaky eyes off my woman if you want to keep them.”

That made no sense to me, yet I felt that there was truth to her statement. I was deep in thought when the sound of a man clearing his throat brought me back to reality. My breath caught in my chest as my eyes climbed the tall, well-built figure of a man until they reached the smiling face of the very handsome Caleb Smythe. I found myself immediately comparing his good looking, all-American-boy-next-door- let-me-model-your-Armani-suit-for-GQ look to that of Noah’s rugged, sexy bad-boy-I’ll-sport-your-Calvin-Klein-jeans-for-the-camera-while-bare-chested-and-wearing-an-open-leather-jacket look. It was just my luck that I preferred the bad boy look.

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

I jumped out suddenly as I found the man's book-like journal and her voice at the same time. "Alright, dug in all of his communication platforms and history" "Copy that" I unfurl the book wide yet floundering to perform clasping the phone and the other on the pages. The book it was like his diary where he sets his satisfaction and further fantasy beyond more a dream but gruesome desires. It was unsettling while reading his strategies and reasons starting from beginning to end. "He has contact with Lydia Manskim in Callme" She responded at last and then I closed the book.

After waking up, I just stay in the room and spend time alone with spelling books or magic books like spellings that humans rarely know about. I couldn't go back to sleep at all because the dream about the tragedy came back. I chose to reread the book and sat on the sofa with my legs crossed. "You had that dream again, Ax?" My eyeballs rolled, I saw Axen carrying a bag of fruit and bread, then I came back with my reading book. "I met a beautiful woman." I saw him approaching me with his face red from blushing. "How do you make a face like that?" My hands held his face and looked at him with a straight face, why does Alex always manage to make all kinds of expressions? Why not with me?

DYLAN Fuck. The building smells like piss and mold. The odor is so irritating that I have to wrinkle my nose and even hold my breath to prevent myself from gagging. My hand is resting on the knife tucked in my belt, and ahead of me, Adam, James and Liam are moving just as quietly like me. Murphy Lynch is a professional hacker and I want to believe he definitely makes a lot of money, so why the hell is he staying in a shitty place like this?

She had awakened forces she barely understood, yet somehow, instinctively, she knew she could harness them. Ryan Blackthorne was already awake, perched on a jagged stone near the temple ruins, his eyes scanning the thickening forest with hawk-like precision. Even in the soft dawn light, the angles of his face were sharp, his expression a mixture of exhaustion, vigilance, and determination. He looked every bit the man Amelia had once refused, yet now more commanding, more alive than she had ever remembered. “You’ve been watching the forest for hours,” Amelia said softly, not wanting to startle him.

THIS MAN! ************************EVE'S FORBIDDEN!!!!!! THE END