Book Him Novels & Stories

Book one Volume one. Different Shades of Him Prologue. "Welcome back home, little bird,” he enunciated, staring down at us. At me. “To our cage.” It was the only thought that crossed my mind. “My impending doom.” Yet, from inside, I knew it could be a home for him. But for us? No. Never for us. For me! "It's not our home," I muttered without realising it. “It's more like a cage.”

I gave him one last smile before, helping myself with a seat beside him. Papa went ahead to explain the reason why he called me, it happens so that Mr handsome here is the CEO of the most wealthiest and biggest perfume brand 'Red flames' in the country. And also his company is in collaboration with a huge fashion industry too. So he was an influencial person, but how come I haven't known him all these while.

Just then, the club manager hurried to greet him, "Mr. Hartman! We weren't expecting you. What brings you here this evening?" Aaron nodded once and explained, "I'm here to announce the news of my engagement to my fiancée's family." Silence filled the lounge as his words hung in the air. A beat later, my younger cousin, Ian Olsen, exclaimed from where he stood among the crowd, "He's Aaron Hartman, the chairman of Hartman Group!" Everyone gaped at Aaron in shock when they heard this. Hartman Group was a behemoth in Gristonia. Its corporate presence was deeply rooted in every citizen's daily life.

He asked back and dropped it and she smiled. “Your turn.” He said and she smiled, she slowly opened it and brought out a book. She read the cover and glared hard at him. “What? What is it?” Cassie asked and Bryar turned the book to them. “Tips on how to get smart.” Scott read the cover and they groaned. “Hmm, Bryan won this year.” Alex laughed and Bryar glared hard at him. “My bad.” He said. Bryan chuckled and pulled Bryar into a hug.

A black car parked in front of the alley. I am sure that it is the agency car. A man walks out of the driver's seat and approaches me. To my surprise, he looks decent and with well etiquette. "Hello maam, my name is David." he takes my hand in a formal handshake and I smile at his politeness. "I'm here to take you to the office" he smiles genuinely. But I scoff inwardly at the word 'office'. How on earth could he call a prostitution center an office?

Benjamin played the big role of an older brother to him, a driver, secretary, and more importantly, he always had his back. Knowing he was going to have a bad dream yet again, he had notified him of an available first edition comics whose abridged edition was trash. He had to get there on time. He hated the slightest touch on any book he was going to buy since he was getting it himself. He had disguised himself in such a way that no one could recognize him. Not even the paparazzi! He walked into the book store filled with the stench of old books, asking the front desk about the available first edition books.

he offered politely "Oh sure, I wouldn't mind. Are you sure?" I ask him "Yeah," he says before it says he was requesting to change it to a video call. I accepted and put my phone up on my desk as I took out my folder and a pink pen. I pushed my glasses up the bridge of my nose Slightly and winced when I heard a bottle break. "What was that?" Chase asks I look at the camera and play dumb, furrowing my eyebrows, "What was what? Did you hear something?" I ask him

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

Chapter 21: Arlo’s POV – Outside Currents Arlo shoved his notebook into his bag as the economics lecture ended, the professor’s voice still echoing about market distortions and hidden costs. The irony wasn’t lost on him. His own life felt like one giant hidden cost right now—living in Nikolai’s penthouse, kissing him, letting those careful touches linger longer each night.

he muttered softly, "I didn't mean to startle you." She looked at him, tilting her head, her eyes questioning. "My name is Benjamin Palmer," he explained, raising his head again as he mindfully approached, willing to present himself to her as nonthreatening. "You might consider me the librarian here. Of course, I like to think of myself as the bookkeeper," he stretched out his hand, and patiently waited for her to accept it along with the warm welcome. "Perhaps there's one that might interest you," he invitingly commented with a friendly smile.