Button Man Book Novels & Stories

“Was there anything in the manual that could help us defeat the Masters?” I asked 288. He’d read it back to front so if there was anything useful in there, he would know. And now that he had seen the light, maybe even tell me. Hallelujah! The mention of the manual made the imp’s beady little eyes gleam. He looked up at me as I leaned over the partitioning wall and said, “The Book is the answer to all questions.”

I walked into the inner part of the book shop and excused myself after I belched. “This one is Six Thousand Naira”. “If you interrupt mw again, you won’t like what I’ll do to you…” The shopkeeper saw my countenance and left me alone, before going to fetch cellophane bag. He picked up the 2009 Guinness Book of World Records and bagged it, and waited patiently for me to pick another book. I soon picked The Family by Mario Puzo and Carol Gino. I was handing the novel to the shopkeeper, who was already with a calculator, when I saw it. It was a dark hardcover book, with pink and dark designs. I smiled broadly and extracted it from the shelf with both hands.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss?" "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now?" "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book. "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about m

he said with determination, his voice tinged with a sense of urgency, as he opened the book once more. “Vinjhus exharitus," he chanted, and once again, his eyes became pure white as bright light shone from the book onto his face, whisking his soul into the book once again. Adams was fully dressed in a white round-neck shirt, blue jeans pants, and a pair of stylish white sneakers. Hanging on his left arm was a brown designer jacket, completing his fashionable attire. He walked towards the main door... “My Mano Beta," one of Lucian's men, Vincent, called out.

The front cover featured a pair of clinging humans in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." [Bonus?] Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's team and found Ben's name there as the editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that was read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read something like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

His lashes long and dark against his cheeks, one tiny hand clutching the edge of her sleeve as if afraid to drift too far. Daniel sat on the floor beside her, back against the crib. His shoulder brushed her knee, and Theodore’s head rested against her chest as he floated between waking and dreams. In Sophia’s hands lay a book. Not just any book — their book. Handmade. Bound in soft leather. The title pressed in delicate gold script: The Girl Who Waited, and the Man Who Finally Found Her. She turned the first page and began to read, her voice warm and low, colored with memory.

I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing. "Here let me help you" a guy says next to me, he was taller than me but not by much, definitely not as tall as daddy. He got me the book and handed over to me, his eyes did a quick travel on my clothes, hair style before smiling at me. "Here you go little one" he said making me blush, I think he just saw my diaper! How embarrassing can this day be.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

This caused Selon to be in a little bit of a tight spot. He knew his sister all too well. Getting her to apologize would be like killing her. "Can it be changed to a different request? For example, a book about ancient medicine..." As Selon said that, he turned around and reached into the car to pull out a handbag. There was a book inside. The book was wrapped in a layer of sheepskin. It looked quite old. After Selon took out the book, he said sincerely, "This is a handwritten copy and it's incomplete, but it's still priceless on the market. Are you interested, Dr. Joye?"