Beneath This Man Book Novels & Stories

"Sir! We have an urgent situation outside!" a loud voice rattled the cramped space of the quarters. "You candy assed moron! Haven't I told you before to leave all matters to the able hands of my assistant! Leave! Now!" a fat man lodged at a comfortable chair while holding a book with sensual depictions on it. Its contents were of women doing different positions in the most popular technique in the history of evolution. The cover title was Secret to Long Life by Jeff Depthfinder.

He was dressed in a blue robe, and he was sitting in a chair, reading a book. "I love to read," I said. "Then, allow me to show you something special," the man said. He stood up and walked over to the shelves. He pulled a book off the shelf and handed it to me. The cover was a deep red, and it had gold lettering. It was titled "The Book of Dreams." "This book contains every story ever told," the man said. "Every fairy tale, every myth, every legend. It's all here, waiting for you to read it."

The more he read the passages, the more he sensed the goodwill of the author towards the natives. The man who entered the book shop stopped by Lin and reached out for the thick book on the second row of the book shelf, but after a few minutes, the man put it back on the shelf. That time, Lin heard the man asking, “Do you have the book by Fielding Hall?” Lin noticed that the man was in his mid forty, wearing thick rimmed glasses, with curly hair. The man wore a short sleeve blue shirt and a pair of jean pants. The man was also carrying a thick book under one’s arm. It seemed like that the man was a bookworm.

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.

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

Tania nodded before heading back inside to grab her things. While waiting, Xielle looked at a portrait. "I'm curious, how old is Zeke? I mean..." she wondered aloud. "Let's wait for Boss," Tania said upon returning. "There he is." Xielle looked where Tania was pointing. Her jaw literally dropped. Walking toward them was a man who looked like he stepped straight out of a high-budget K-Drama. Tall—at least 6'3—moreno, with thick brows, a sharp nose, and a jawline that could cut paper.

“I watched you grow up.” “I know.” “And that’s exactly why none of this makes sense.” “It doesn’t have to make sense.” “It does.” His voice cracked. “It has to.” I looked down at the water. “You keep saying this can’t happen.” “It shouldn’t.” “That’s different.” He didn’t answer. “I know what people would think.” “They’d be right.” “No.” He finally looked at me. “They’d think you manipulated me.” “I didn’t.” “They’d think you took advantage of me.”

Some were complete. Others were only half written. Many contained only a single page. The mysterious man walked between the shelves, running his fingers lightly across the worn bindings. "Every life..." he said softly, "...begins as an unwritten page." He stopped beside a nearby shelf. From it he removed a thick leather-bound book. Gold letters covered its spine. Adrian Vale He handed it forward. "Open it." Adrian hesitated. Then he carefully opened the first page. It contained his birth.

“It’s a place where darkness lives. If the moon goddess can’t keep them from tormenting our kind, then sage isn’t going to do anything.” I said nothing more as I flipped through the pages of the book. As I flipped a page, I came across a large image of a man. He looked intimidating and fierce; he had long, jet-black hair, and eyes that were dark with ringlets of gold around his pupils. He had markings, like tattoos, along his bare chest that expanded across his shoulder and down his arms. His skin was flawless and yet so pale, reminding me of a porcelain doll. “Who is this man?” I asked, unable to look away from the image. Something about him gave me an unsettling vibe.

There is a silk velvet white sofa on the side, a rocking recliner chair on the side for comfort. I let my gaze fall back on the table as I let my fingers feel the ledgers. Then my eyes caught on a novel looking book. I picked it and to my surprise it was an explicit male p**nography book, vividly illustrated in each chapter. Just p**n without plot. “Fucking pervert!” I slammed it back on the table. I’m about to walk away to look at another place when my eyes caught a brown envelope under the opened manuscript. My gaze flickered curiously at why it was hidden under the manuscript he was reading. I pull it out, revealing a long brown envelope. It was bare with nothing written on the body.