Behold The Man Novel Novels & Stories

Upon reaching the grand hall, Beaumont immediately saw his men near the entrance with a carried man lying on the floor, looking lifeless. "Who did you bring here to my mansion?!" Beaumont asked his men in astonishment. Beaumont's men couldn't help but feel nervous and fearful of him, even though he was old, he was still capable of killing someone mercilessly. "Lord Bo, we found this man by the seaside while we were guarding the island. We thought he was dead, but when we checked his pulse, it was still weak. It seems the man also suffered from an explosion as half of his face is damaged," one of Beaumont's men replied.

Gunner and this man know each other, somehow. The man held out his hands in surrender and chuckled. I watched as the hair slowly disappeared into his skin. His human frame got shorter and smaller as his limbs shrank. I watched in amazement as his face reverted back to that of a normal human. He was a little older, but fit and still somewhat scary looking. He lifted his gaze to me briefly and winked, an act I thought was very forward and familiar for someone I had never seen before. It didn’t go unnoticed by Gunner, who stepped forward again and growled. The man turned his attention back to Gunner and relaxed his arms. He smiled widely, placed his hand on his chest and bowed ever so slightly.

At the exposure of luxurious tranquillity, thoughts, one by one, began invading my brain; most were filled with hope, and a few with the memories of the past, but none too depressing. I scarcely swallowed a ball of chewed chicken and beans when suddenly an unknown man stormed in, huffing and puffing as if he had been running. His eyes, yellow and glistening, scowled down at me, locking onto my suddenly trembling figure, while his dangerous gaze kept me in place. There, I did not dare move an inch of my body. The unknown man had halted a few feet away from where I sat. I could very well hear his oppressed breathing as his chest heaved; each breath was audibly heavy with restrained danger.

May raised her hand to cover her mouth when she saw Madame Jade glancing back with a warning look in her narrowed eyes. "What kind of place is this?" the man growled. “Why were so many crying heard?” Madame Jade redirected her attention back to the man in front of her and growled back, "What this place is none of your concern, Sir. Your name is not on the list, and you have no right to be here." May's eyes blinked from Madame Jade to the man's blue eyes. The man was also scrutinizing her. From top to bottom. May waited for disgust or lust or anger in the man's eyes. Everything she saw from other men she met in the past few days, but what she found in the man’s eye almost made her cry. She sa

That was the name of Rose's little village. "He swore to have witness on the time of the attack the large shadow of a beast. The beast's height overcome the roof of his house but he was never mistaken with the brown fur and the sharp and tall claws of the beast. He was too fearful to look more into the beast's face and the beast was too tall for him to directly look at his face. It was on that moment when the old man heard a younger man's voice. He had thought it would be another unfortunate victim to have stumbled upon the beast's path—"

This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places and incidents are products of the writer’s imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be constructed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations is entirely coincidental. Hold Me Close (A Heron’s Landing Novella) Published by Blue Violet Press LLC Seattle, Washington Copyright © 2016, 2017, 2020 by Iris Morland Cover design by Qamber Designs

Noel holds my hand suddenly before I step out. "Help??" I blinked my eyes repeatedly when my gaze met those of two sharp blue eyes that now looked glazed belonging to a manly-faced man with an extraordinary handsome face. "Help me to get out of this uncomfortable feeling..." *** .

“The Old Man will want to see this. He hasn’t seen a Blueclaw since the Great War. Especially not one that smells like a Blackwood mate.” I stumbled forward, my strength finally giving out. My knees hit the soft mud, but before I could fall, a pair of strong, warm hands caught my shoulders. I looked up to see an older man, his hair white as snow and his face etched with a thousand lines. He didn't look like a tyrant. He looked like a grandfather who had forgotten how to smile. He looked into my eyes, and I felt a strange sense of peace wash over me. It wasn't the heat of Killian, but it was a cooling rain. He saw me. He didn't see Rowan. He didn't see a pawn. He saw a girl who was drowning.

He likes the way the man controls him. "Argghhh...fuck!" Beam growled, he was bitten inside his thigh just near his crotch. His body jerked up and propped himself to look at the man between his legs. For the first time since they were together, he was greeted with such coldness. It sent chills to his spine. The man's gaze seems to spit fire too, burning him under his intent gaze. He gaped at the man's face looked grim in total confusion and it deepened when he cannot remember anything that could possibly trigger the man's foul mood.

If Malik felt the same way, he must understand why I had to leave my room to find something better than a nonfiction book on the Love pack. Then he holds up the book he had chosen, and I yelp. A man held a naked woman against him, her private areas covered primarily by only a thin veil of silk fabric. His face was by her neck, as she clung to his back, that was enveloped by a thin sheen of sweat. Clearly, they are amidst the throes of passion, or close to it. Large font pronouncing something I didn't want to consider suggested what kind of book he had produced. Some sort of raunchy, sexy romance novel.