Booktok Man Novels & Stories

The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world. “These books are banned from several nations, to people like me they hold no power to cast spells and but with a sorceress like you…” He trailed off and smiled. “You are strange,” Elira spoke her mind, scrutinizing the man. He laughed heartily, basking in her comment like his greatest compliment. “Makes both of us, my lady.” He opened up another book written in an unfamiliar language and underlined some phrases. “Breathe in the words, hold it, and speak what you see.”

Dad said Manish had lost the connection to his wolf, yet when I saw him, he looked more animal than human. But when you looked past the crazy, you saw a frail old man with no life in his eyes. He wasn’t scary; he was fucking pathetic. ‘What would you like more, a game or a book?’ Atalanta mind-linked both me and Zev. ‘A game,’ I said, while Zev said, ‘a book,’ at the same time. Our mate giggled, ‘okay, that doesn’t help.’ ‘He’ll love it because it’s a gift from you,’ Zev tried to help.

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

So how is he? JestBook: O.O I have not slept with him… BookMa: What are you waiting for? He is hot and ready.that JestBook: I take it back, no overtime for you BookMa: Spoil sport, by the way, some guy came in looking for you. JestBook: Who? BookMa: I didn’t know who he was at the time. I do now, though he is the one who killed Rick. JestBook: O.O he came to the shop? If you see him again, call the cops.

I waited, just for fun, then let the silence draw out. Jack squirmed, like he thought I was about to say no. I was about to say yes when my eyes caught on a movement at the corner table by the emergency exit. A man sat there, alone, reading a book with a matte black cover. He was tall even while seated, with sharp cheekbones and hands too elegant for anyone under forty. His hair was dark and perfect. His jacket—expensive, probably custom-tailored—was so out of place in The Morgue it felt like he’d been CGI’d into the scene.

I say crossing my arms over my chest as I looked at the podiums, this must mean the person that killed Axel’s father and took the book didn’t bring it back, what a surprise. “I was thinking the same thing when I found this place, but if you look at the authors of the books, both are written by Alfred Bulkham, which means….” He says trailing off so I could come to the conclusion myself, when I did my eyes go wide as I turn to look at him again.

Not even if I did something worth punishing. Down the hallway, my voice echoed through the silence. It took more than five minutes to get to La Mano Nera, and my throat already felt parched. The smell of tobacco wafted through my nostrils before the door opened. Stefan knocked once, stood still, and waited for the sturdy man’s voice to respond. “Entra.” [Come in.] He turned the knob open and pushed me in, making me stagger as I tried to balance myself. I stood in that spot, not moving, just staring at the man on the leather chair.

I was really lucky. “Here you go." I smiled, turning back to the man. “Thanks…” My voice trailed off, my smile fading as I looked down at what sat in the man's hands. Brown cover, blank front–it was the book Gerald had given me and I sold to Stan. “What are you staring at?" the man asked, frustration etched in his voice. “Take your bloody food and get out." I remained still for a few seconds, disbelief written all over my face. “What in the actual fuck?" I whispered, slowly taking it from his hands.

She arrived quicker than any of us had anticipated. “Where is the book? I know you took it so don’t even deny it.” Said Mika. Sarah was shocked. “Here okay!” she said, handing the book over to Mika. “I was curious, but I haven’t read anything aloud. I was chased by this pale looking man, he said he wanted the book, that it belonged to him.” Said Sarah. “What did the man look like?” I asked. “He had short dark hair, small moustache, his body was lean and he was about 1,8m in height. “

I saw his brow furrow as he paged through and felt my muscles tense when he came to the page I knew his kid was on. "Caitie Bear? What the fuck is this? Who the fuck are these kids?" "That's what we're trying to figure out." "Start fucking talking." He looked around the table at all of us, his face set in stone. "Lo?" I turned to the man who'd sent me the book. "Right. The book you're holding in your hand was confiscated from the home of a man we suspect is guilty of human trafficking among other things..."