Button Man Book Novels & Stories

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

Clicking away on his mouse. "Err... a book?" I draw out. "Which one?" at my blank look he continues " I might be able to help you find it” "The mafia rules? Eva mentioned it and I just wanted to take a peek if that's okay" "You mean this one?" he points to a small brown book sitting just beside the white computer. It’s the same one from months ago. The bloody book. "Oh!" I reached out to touch it then withdraw my hand "I didn't think it'd be sitting right on the table"

I have been reading this old dusty book for about an hour now, I groaned and gave up on the book, I got up and went to go put the book back, but when I was about to put the book in the slot I saw a little door. There was a button on it so I pressed it, it made a little squeak which got everyones attention, they stared at what I was doing, I opened it fully, inisde there was a giant leather book. I pulled it our and read the cover 'Incwadi nezilo'

Picking the book from the couch I mumbled, “great! a novel.” I pray this book be exhilarating. I ambled back to my bed and planted my ass on the rough blue Chelsea FC bedsheet. I casted my eyes on the front cover, and read: “The Wolf Boy” “Damien Ace” nodding my head. I attempted to open the front cover, but a knock on the door interrupted me. I ignored the knock and went ahead, opening the front cover... I tried to read, but it was impossible. The knock on the door became persistent. It was like my head was being invaded by a Titanic migraine which would stop at nothing unless my head had been blown to smithereens. It was unbearably loud in my ears that it was hard to concentrate on what I

"You could give it to the bartender. Whoever lost it will most likely ask at the bar anyway-I would." "You're right,Thanks!"He smiled. "What the hell is going on here then?" Liam's agitated voice came from behind me, immediately sending shivers up my spine."Were you just hitting on my Girl?" Oh God Please, Don't so this!! "What??"The man looked between the both of us. Liam looked even more frustrated now."Are you being serious?" "You heard me."Liam stepped closer to the man,hoping to intimidate him. "Do you really think that it's okay to hit on someone else's Girl?"

But the man knelt before him and held the Bloodstone out, offering it back with a warm, easy smile. Aurelian stared at it. Then at him. “I don’t understand. Why would you give this to me?” “Because it was never meant for me to keep,” the man said simply. “Who are you?” Aurelian asked, taking the stone slowly, still searching his face for the catch. The man’s hand opened and a book appeared in his palm, materializing out of nothing, its cover worn like it had traveled through many hands before reaching this one. “If you want to know who I am,” he said, holding it out, “read this.”

Suzie looked puzzled but shrugged it off and headed out. After getting some work done, Manuela took an early half-day. She stopped by a bookstore to pick up a book for Lucas—something he could read at the manor. She was browsing the children’s section when she bumped into someone, stumbling backward until a hand caught her arm to steady her. “Sorry—I didn’t see you there… Oh? Sir Larry?” Manuela said, surprised to see him smiling down at her. “It’s you, Manuela! My bad—I wasn’t paying attention. Are you alright?”

Catalina’s POV. I was making Luca’s bed nice and neat, gently smoothing out the sheets while he was in the bathroom. The room was so still and quiet, which felt really different from all the thoughts racing around in my head. While I folded the blanket and set it neatly on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the vanity table nearby. A piece of paper was there, a bit crumpled, with its edges curled from being held tightly. Feeling a bit curious, I picked it up and took a closer look at the drawing. A little boy with dark hair was holding hands with a blonde woman who had a bright, warm smile. A sleek black Maserati stood out in the background. My heart felt heavy.

Therefore, she had to lift it gently, exposing certain parts to a man's eyes. Although she struggled to get into the bathtub, he had no intention of helping her up. Instead, he observed her every move. With a faint temptation, scratching his heart like a cat's claw. In the pitch-black depths of the eyes, the burning flames grew larger and larger. He walked over and unbuttoned the delicate buttons on his sleeve, then rolled it up a few times, revealing his strong and powerful arms. Manuel belonged to the category of strong men, with no connection to being thin, but he was also not one of those muscular men with bulging muscles all over their bodies at the gym. In short, he had a well-proporti

he muttered, more to himself than anything else. His eyes landed on the shelf. Books. He walked over, scanning the titles until one caught his attention. “How to Be a Better Man.” He let out a small, dry laugh under his breath. Of course. He pulled it out and stared at the cover for a moment before opening it and flipping through the first few pages. The words were simple. Straightforward. Advice. Steps. Explanations. He tried to read. He really did. But after a few lines, his mind drifted again.