Gu Man Novel Novels & Stories

Devyn Kieran pulls up outside a massive estate and pulls out his cell phone. “We’re outside,” he says and kills the call before the vast gates swing open to let them in. Devyn looks around in awe, “Wow,” she remarks silently and hears Kieran scoff. “Don’t be impressed by blood money, love. The Bratva built their world on it. All of us did.” He says before coming to a stop in front of a pair of double stairs leading to the mansion. Devyn couldn’t help but pick up the acid behind his tone. What was up with Kieran today? She picked up on his foul mood as soon as he picked her up from the hospital this morning.

A sudden pat on the shoulder, Han Ye was a bit too much, and Mac Vu's toned body was also shaken. - What are you looking at so drunk? Mac Vu smiled but didn't smile, getting out of that momentary infatuation: - Damn, that thing called predestined. He said I can still see her here. Han Da patted Mac Vu again on the shoulder, but this time did not move a single step of his. - You should get rid of those fictitious morals in books that no one can prove. According to him, if you like to play with her, then quit if you're bored.

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I left only the weapons factory, supplying governments and organizations across the world. Dante opened the door to the room, and we stepped inside. Seated in an armchair by the window was one of my father’s old rivals—Don Antonio Mancini, a man in his late sixties, puffing on a tobacco pipe. Around the dining table sat three men: to the right, Mancini’s eldest son and heir, Alessio; beside him, his cousin Lorenzo Milano; and further down, Matteo Bellandi. The three inclined their heads in respect.

He caught up to me and asked, "Can I still visit Yvette in the future?" "I've said it before. If Yvette is willing to see you, I won't stand in her way." He nodded, murmuring, "That's good… That's good…" Then he walked away, dazed and lost in thought. I silently observed his figure as he walked away. Then I turned and walked firmly in the opposite direction. About a year later, I heard news of Harold and Susan through a friend. They had gotten married. But Harold was no longer the man he used to be. His assets were gone, and he was buried in debt.

He said and Lena chuckled. Manuel has always loved Gwen, even when we were little kids. “I had a mental breakdown because of everything happening and I had to be alone. It was our personal issue and my husband and I had to sort it out.” I explained and he sighed. “Oh, I know that things were hard but I am glad to have you back. How are you doing Gwen?” I smiled to see that Lena also had that connection with Manuel l and I was glad that she knew exactly what to say. Lena was so smart and every single thing I had thought was stuck in her head like a second skin or like she was a memory card. She acts like my Gwen when it’s time .

At that moment however, Gu Mocheng suddenly discovered something strange. The Jane Eyre novel was not in the right place. Gu Mocheng had obsessive-compulsive disorder and placed every book that he read in the same position as before. The books’ arrangements, angles, and placement had to be done with precision. He clearly remembered that Jane Eyre was placed between Hamlet and The Count of Monte Cristo, not between Hamlet and The Old Man and the Sea. Someone must have moved it. Gu Mocheng opened Jane Eyre and examined it. The photo was inserted between the wrong pages, and his eyes instantly became cold.

I just wanted to get home in one piece. “Maybe she should walk out again. I’d love to see that ass swerve,” someone in the row behind us murmured. I rolled my eyes, disgusted but ignorant. Then he added, “The view of Rosaline Guerra’s full ass is better than any death match.” Another man hummed and said, “I would love to have a taste of it.” Oh, good lord! Things were about to get bloodier.

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

A deep voice cut through the chaos. A big hand grabbed the back of Leo's neck and pushed him lower. The man who spoke was built like a tank. Tall, wide shoulders, dark hair cut short, and eyes that looked like they had seen too much death. He pulled out a gun and fired back toward the upper balcony where the shooter was hiding. Two quick shots. A body fell from above and crashed onto a table. Leo stared at the dead man. Blood spread across the white tablecloth. "Move." The stranger yanked Leo to his feet and dragged him through the back exit. They ran down a narrow hallway that smelled like piss and cheap perfume. The man kicked open a door and pushed Leo into a black SUV waiting in the alle