Romans & histoires Behold The Man Novel

The gray-coated man quietly whispered, "It remembers you." Adrian stopped. "I've never seen this book." The stranger looked into his eyes. "No." "But it has seen you." A low hum filled the island. The first page slowly turned by itself. The second page... was completely blank. Not a single word. Not a single mark. Only a tiny sentence appeared at the bottom. Place your hand here. The First Reader immediately raised his voice. "Don't." "If the book accepts you..." "...there will be no turning back."

Right there in the open. My stomach dropped into a bottomless pit of ice. Bexley screamed inside my head, warning me, tearing at my sanity, but my muscles were completely locked. I could not move. I could not look away. The man’s hands slid down her waist, ripping the fabric of her dress. They fell onto the blanket together, their limbs tangling in the crushed flowers. I watched every single second of it. I watched how they joined together, how he moved inside her, and how Novalee gripped his shoulders, her voice echoing across the quiet meadow over and over again.

Later, alone in her room, Elara lay awake. Her body felt quiet. Balanced. But her mind wouldn’t rest. She sensed the presence again—not pushing, not pulling. Just… listening. “You feel them too,” she whispered. The presence did not answer. But it did not leave. The next morning, the first article appeared. THE WOMAN AT THE CENTER OF IT ALL. Elara read it carefully. It wasn’t cruel. It wasn’t kind. It was speculative. Incomplete. Dangerous. By noon, there were five more.

He said, not gazing at her but at one of the candles behind Micah. "There is no crown made of fire on my head." Micah wanted to cry. "Sinners! Sinners! The old man began to scream. "Why do you live among them, so many of them? The man's eyes shone. When Micah slowly raised her gaze, in the old man's eyeballs, she saw it. "Flames, fire! So bright and so wide that it was consuming. Micah was frightened, and just then the old man focused his gaze on her.

In fact, she felt significantly better than she remembered. Confused, Becca slowly pushed herself up against the pillows. That was when she noticed she wasn't alone. A man sat quietly in a chair beside her bed. He was tall, broad-shouldered, dark-haired and silver-eyed. He looked calm despite clearly having spent hours sitting there. The morning sunlight illuminated part of his face and despite how intimidating he appeared, there was something strangely gentle about him. Becca immediately stiffened. "Who are you?" She asked. The man looked up from the book resting in his lap then relief briefly crossed his features.

Zoe is no longer holding my hand and I wonder what happened. I suddenly begin to feel a headache. When I open my eyes again, I see a man with a smirk on his face, looking at me intensely. His face is damn attractive with his piercing blue eyes like that of Zayden's. I wonder why every man I meet reminds me of Zayden. The man before me has a possessive look on his face, the smile on his face is making my legs turn to jelly as it begins to shake beneath. I perceive his cologne and I almost stuck my nose into his arms to get more of the scent.

"You know it's not nonsense," I sang, going around the bed. "I'm sure that all humans, especially the older ones, must have heard the story of the queen of hell someday. The woman who could live a thousand lives in one. What makes you discredit that you are in front of this woman now?” The old man trembled from head to toe, and a strong odor of urine rose to my nose. Even without any dignity, he kept holding the book firmly against his arms crossed. I would die protecting the book, but I would never give it to me without a fight.

One is titled ENCHANTED and the other is titled WOLVIRE, both appear to be writings from someone named VNB. Venus randomly flips through the pages of the two novels and then believes that they must also be fiction novels. It is looks interesting. Venus would only try to turn the book back to the first page to read it, when the sound of footsteps could be heard entering the library. Venus stood rigidly, waiting. A man who seems older than Venus stops in the doorway. His eyes gape as he sees Venus standing while carrying an artificial torch. The man carries a weapon similar to a rogue in his right hand.

Amazing! Well, as my eyes were scanning the place, I've noticed a man in a white shirt who was lying on the couch with his book on his face, and I guess he was asleep since I could hear him snoring so loud in here, haha! What a snore! I just ignored him and continued to observe the place. Then something had caught my eyes, a book entitled "LOVE and DEATH," by Belle Cassy, I wanted to browse the few chapters of it, but I couldn't, haiisst, I sighed in disappointment, how I wish I could touch it.

Callista. The dark-haired man smells so nice. Like sea breeze and pinecones, mixed with hints of smoke. I remember the sea that I’d seen on my way out of the first city, how fresh it felt, how liberating. Now, he’s got his arms around me, and they are so nice. Strong. He’s tall and muscular, and so very warm around me. Something inside me sighs in relief upon seeing him. I feel happy. Outside the room, rain pours. It’s so loud, and thunder and lightning flash. Involuntarily, I flinch. Something whines in my mind, but I can’t make sense of it. Instead, I turn to the safety of the man who is holding me.