Novel & Cerita Books Like The Gray Man

I'm still not saying that it's right to harm or kill anyone, but I feel slightly less disgusted by it now. "Why does Gray lend money to people like that then?" I ask after a moment. "Business. He has high interest rates, so it's either pay or get dealt with. It's funny...they never think Gray is serious about hunting them down for his money until I show up on their doorstep." Before I can ask him anything else, his soft chuckle fills the air. "Get some sleep. You're asking too many questions." I snort. "Well, thanks for answering them. You guys have always been so secretive about everything."

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

Mile’s POV We stepped out of the library and stood across the street to wait for a cab. Graham wouldn’t stop staring at the book in my possession so I handed it over to him without uttering a word. As soon as he got it, Grayham began to open the book and then fiddle with the pages. A few moments later, there was an unsatisfactory look on his face. Then he finally turned to me. “All I can see here are lists of infectious diseases and plaques that affected the city years ago.” He looked at me. “I’m not even sure if this book will help.” He sighed.

That made no sense to me, yet I felt that there was truth to her statement. I was deep in thought when the sound of a man clearing his throat brought me back to reality. My breath caught in my chest as my eyes climbed the tall, well-built figure of a man until they reached the smiling face of the very handsome Caleb Smythe. I found myself immediately comparing his good looking, all-American-boy-next-door- let-me-model-your-Armani-suit-for-GQ look to that of Noah’s rugged, sexy bad-boy-I’ll-sport-your-Calvin-Klein-jeans-for-the-camera-while-bare-chested-and-wearing-an-open-leather-jacket look. It was just my luck that I preferred the bad boy look.

And with that, his lamp was off too. But just because the lights were off doesn't mean I could sleep, I kept tossing and turning in bad. It was one of those cases where my mind just wouldn't shut off. How did I get here? What was supposed to be a vacation turned into a hostage situation? Was this a hostage situation anymore, I kind of agreed to stay here. With the man who was shot, the man whose life is saved. The man that was shot. The man that was shot. MAN.....SHOT.

She was good. When she left, I went to my study room to read some books. I was an avid reader, especially about business, geography, and language. During my college days, I was a top student. Coming from a wealthy home did not stop me from taking my education seriously. Whenever I wanted to study something related to my field, I would read business textbooks like "The Intelligent Investor" by Benjamin Graham, "The Lean Startup" by Eric Ries, and biographies like "Steve Jobs" by Walter Isaacson, as well as books written by business leaders. In my spare time, I enjoyed reading about geography, fascinated by regions, landscapes, and the Earth's operations. I even learned maps for fun and could

-SHAUN- The conversation was getting so, so interesting since Kai was here. And this guy, Luke what took you so long. "Searching--- Behind the shadows---Change is possible" as Kai read the titles of the books one by one, the books that have has been displayed on the table between us. "Finding God and finally Sorrow --- all written by Jeremy Gloss himself," he finished with a smile as he glanced back to meet my threatening gaze. "You had these, huh. Sadly, the author died before these fictitious books were known to the world." Kai added.

My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I can’t ignore. One gray afternoon, it was pouring rain outside. The library was dead empty. No one to bother me. I locked the front door early and turned the sign to closed. My hands were sweaty as I picked out my four favorite books from the back shelf. There was the pirate story with Captain Thorne, a tough guy who sails the seas and takes what he wants. Then the vampire book with Lord Draven, all dark and mysterious, with eyes that pull you in. Next, the cowboy tale with Buck, rough and ready from the wild west. And finally, the barbarian adventure with Garrick, a big brute who fights with his hands and conquers everything. E

The Reapers have handled plenty more, I'm sure. But that doesn't bother me one damn bit. If anything? I'm grateful my man's out there handling the monsters. Because half the time, the so-called justice system can't be bothered to lift a finger. If that makes me ride-or-die with a killer, then so be it. I'd rather stand next to him with my eyes open than play blind to the sickness crawling through this world. I glance across the table, my voice gentler but firm. "Gray, you know I'm not scared of what you do. If anything, I'd rather be with a man who actually handles business than sit here pretending shit like that doesn't exist."

Popping open the buttons again, I grabbed a random book from the pile and knocked on the door. “Sorry to disturb you, but I seem to have a problem with…” I cast a cursory look at the book I’d grabbed and was appalled to see it was a literature book, “…this book.” He arched his brow. “Time to kill" by John Grisham . I got it because I was told it’s one of the books in this year’s syllabus, even though I wasn’t sure if Literature is one of the subjects you’re interested in. I haven’t read it though, so I might not be of much help.”