Button Man Book Novels & Stories

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

"Yes. We close at nine." The man walked toward the desk, his heavy boots echoing in the empty space. He pulled a stack of four hardcover books from inside his jacket, somehow keeping them dry. He set them on the counter with a solid thud. "Returning these. Didn't want to get hit with another fine. You guys are ruthless." Owen looked at the books. They were all westerns. Louis L'Amour. "We prefer to think of it as incentivizing punctuality." The man laughed, a deep, rumbling sound that vibrated through the quiet room. "I bet you do. I'm Jax, by the way."

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.

They were all looking at what he was doing with serious faces. I gave Manuel a once over. He was wearing a white button-down shirt and had casually rolled the sleeves up his arms with black pants. Three buttons were left open and I could see his toned chest. I felt touched, watching him remove the pieces of glass from my foot with care. His eyes would squint occasionally and I was mesmerized by how hot he looked. Tingles erupted between our skin from where he held my foot in his hand. “If these are left like this they could get buried in your skin.” He said and stood up. “Emilio, throw these pieces out.”

but it's fine they changed their minds faster than I thought. "So this is the section." My eyes widened when I saw a book. “What kind of book is this?” I almost let out a curse when I saw the cover of one book in that section. On the cover there was two men almost hugging each other only wearing their underwears. “Secret to longer homosexual relationships, Male edition,” I read the title out loud. I can't believe with my two eyes that there was a section like this in a bookstore. Am I that innocent to know about what is this?

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

I couldn't hold it in, so I turned to Zavi and Alec, "How can you let this..man run a very essential business?." "You are here to fix it, aren't we?." Zavi replied. I turned and settled on a seat. "Can I have the ledger?." I asked him. The man bent to his desk drawer and began taking out many books. I watched as his shaky hands took out a long record book. He gave it to me, avoiding eye contact. The book was dusty and sticky. It smelt horrible. Did they shove this book into a fucking pussy?. I opened the book, careful not to tear any page as my eyes ran on it.

He glanced at them, then back at me, and slowly reached out, pushing the top four books back toward me with a single tap of his index finger. "Return these," he said. "What?" I blinked. His lips thinned, his broad shoulders rising in a dangerous sigh. "Do I appear likely to repeat myself?" I swallowed, shaking my head. "N-no." The man scared me to my core, yet somehow, I couldn't help noticing how his finely-tailored suit hugged the breadth of his shoulders and the taut definition of his biceps, or the way his neatly groomed hair was slicked back like a gentleman's. But there was nothing gentle about him. At least, not when it came to me.