Bernard Werber Books Novels & Stories

Bernard got up and walked towards a standing drawer behind him, he pulled a file out from it “I don’t know what you are talking about, but I know enough to fucking counter that werewolves don’t exist” Jackson spat with all confidence, he wasn’t moved at all. in fact he was convinced that Bernard was losing his fucking mind and all these experiments including the building was just a waste of time “Oh but they are” Bernard answered, and one could almost hear the enthusiastic sound in his voice and how his face lit up. He truly had laid his hands on something, and it interested him so much.

He chuckled. "No, I don’t think he is a bastard for being a mafia. I consider him a businessman, really. I told you my story with that kind of life, and trust me when I say Cerberus isn’t a bad person.” My heart ached for my friend. He went through hell ever since he was a little boy. I tried to lighten the mood by teasing him. “So Leo isn’t a bad person too. He asks about you every freaking single day that I ignore him now, he is relentless.” Jason’s face heated.

Something wasn't right, and I would be glad if someone could give me a lead. After she conveyed her message, she left, and then I tried to concentrate on the work on my desk. I had a lot to review, ranging from novels to articles, and documentaries. I worked fucking hard to be ridiculed. I picked up the first novel manuscript from the cart full of papers then I opened the first chapter. It was a werewolf contemporary novel, and it got me drowned for a while until Mr. Bernard barged in with a pile of files. I raised my head to see him, shutting the door with his feet.