Handy Manny Fanart Novels & Stories

[This month’s property management fee is $1,500. Please make the payment on time.] My wife, Grace Anderson’s phone screen lit up. I glanced at it and then took the phone. “Did the management office miscalculate this? Our management fee should only total up to $28 a month.” Grace stood up abruptly and tried to snatch her phone back. “He must’ve miscalculated! Let me talk to him.” However, I had already clicked on the link and read the page. [Cloud Mansion, property owner: Ken Smith.] The young male nanny cooking in our kitchen had the same name. Something snapped in my brain. The three of us were living in a very small house, but Grace had bought a mansion for our manny!

Vanessa’s life was falling apart. Her marriage has failed, her company made her redundant and the lease on her apartment is up and the landlord plans to sell. Fed up, miserable and alone, she buys a country manor and vows to start a new life. When she arrives, she discovers a house almost in the same condition as her life. The roof needs fixing, the plumbing is older than some countries and the draft blowing up her skirt seems to be the only thing brave enough to go near her lady parts for years. Then comes Clay. Gorgeous with smouldering green eyes and a V that can make any girl forget the rest of the alphabet, but 15 years younger than herself. Clay seems to be the handyman she needs to get everything sorted, including between the sheets. But with the town gossip ladies against them due to the age difference and Vanessa’s ex dead set on destroying her, could handyman Clay be the fresh start her heart desperately craves?

I had been married to Natasha Bates for ten years, and not once did she ever join me for our family's Independence Day cookout. This year, on the night before the celebration, I finally gathered the courage to ask if she wanted to come. She scoffed and said, "What are you, stuck in the past? Who even celebrates the Fourth with a family dinner anymore?" Yet that very evening, I saw a social media post of Natasha with her male best friend, Stanley Rogers. They were quite intimate in the picture, and the caption read: [True happiness is celebrating Independence Day with your bestie!] I commented back: [Hope you two lovebirds make it official soon.] Stanley did not hold back. He messaged me a bunch of intimate photos of the two of them. Then, he added, [You're just a leech living off his wife. What right do you have to question anything about Nattie?] Everyone always thought I was a gold-digger living off Natasha's success. However, they all forgot that I was the sole major shareholder of the company. This time, I’m done staying silent.

To save money for a house, I had been living a frugal life with my boyfriend, Desmond Wood. When Desmond received a twenty-thousand-dollar bonus, he bought me a branded bag. I was delighted, but I felt that he did not need to spend so much on me. Hence, I brought the receipt and the bag to the shop for a refund. The shopkeeper told me that my bag was fake. However, the receipt was real.

A wealthy heiress from Belvoria’s elite circle asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. My compensation included a 50,000-dollar base salary, plus 8,000 dollars per shared meal and 10,000 dollars per accompanying shopping trip. My hypocritical older sister quickly stopped me from agreeing to this deal. “We come from a respectable family. How can you sell your dignity for such little money?” Yet she later became a rich man's mistress and successfully married into wealth. Meanwhile, I struggled to balance work and studies to pay for my tuition. This hurt my academic performance. After graduation, I could only find a job with a monthly salary of 3,000 dollars. I even developed a tumor from overworking. I eventually died in a cold and impersonal hospital, unable to afford treatment. When I opened my eyes again, I had returned to the day the young heiress asked me to be her dead boyfriend’s substitute. This time, I agreed without hesitation. I was determined to take this role.

“How dare you say you love me after everything you put me through? You used me and discarded me like I was nothing?!” Lexi yelled at a heartbroken Manny, her tone of voice and gaze full of rage and anger. “I made a mistake. Let me fix it.” “Some Mistakes don’t need fixing, they need consequences and you will suffer for this one.” Once a Rouge, Lexi gave Manny all of her and more but in the night she bore their twin children, she never saw his gut wrenching betrayal coming.

Finding out that you are the Son of the very first Lycan created can be a bit.. overwhelming! Especially when you never knew they even existed! Manny is newly home from the Marines and is just looking to settle down, when one day he has a chance encounter with Keya. A tiny touch from this girl is enough for him to want to make her wifey. Keya has had some intense run-ins with several boys and isn't looking to be in another overwhelming relationship. She meets Manny while at Papa's restaurant and didn't think too much about it when she gave him a hug to thank him, but boy was she wrong.. Secrets from Manny's past will have him doubting his family and finding out the truth will send him into an unknown location, shrouded in secrecy. Can he really be a Lycan? Do Supernatural beings exist? And if so, is he the offspring of the one and only Ancient Alpha, the Alpha that all other Alphas have to obey?! And what about Keya, what does her background hold? Join them on their journey to truth, love and discovery in a world where things are not what they seem. Warning this book contains near Rape, Violence, Harsh Language and Dark Content. And human, mystical creature relations.

“I don't want anything to do with her, I would rather marry her mother than marry her.” Manny felt insulted. Angry, she slammed her fist on the table, picked up the papers that needed signing and then tore them into pieces. ***** Manny, a lady with a perfect life and heiress to Millicent's fashion house, is constantly pressured by her mother to get married and have a baby. But haunted by the heartbreaks of her past relationships, she makes a bold decision to undergo IVF. What happens when she discovers that there has been a mix-up and now she's carrying the child of Andrew Cooper, an arrogant billionaire with a reputation as formidable as his wealth and who won't let her keep her baby? Will she win this baby war? Andrew Cooper, billionaire and CEO of a multi-billion dollar company hires a surrogate but everything spirals into chaos and now a fat lady carries his child. He is determined to collect the child from her even if it means digging up her past

Hwang Joonjae was a ruthless mafia don. Shrewd, calculative and manipulative, Joonjae was the most dangerous figure in the underworld. That is until he suddenly disappeared without a trace. Five years later, Joonjae returned to the country, only this time, he was not alone. Accompanying him was Lee Chaerin, a beautiful and mysterious girl, who went with him everywhere. Addressing her as his 'wife', Joonjae sets off to unveil a decade old mystery related to his family's death. The small setback is that only Joonjae can see or hear his 'wife'. Who is this mysterious Chaerin? Is she real or a fragment of his imagination? WARNING: THIS NOVEL WILL CONTAIN SOME SMUT. ALSO, DUE TO THE VIOLENT THEME OF THE NOVEL, THERE WILL BE A LOT OF DETAILED GRAPHIC VIOLENCE. PLEASE READ AT YOUR OWN RISK AND NO FL VIOLATION WILL BE PRESENT IN THIS NOVEL. Cover Credit: Fanart from Pinterest with slight modifications

The things we want are so very rarely the things we need. Clifton Heights, a modest Adirondack town, offers many unique attractions. Arcane Delights sells both paperbacks and hard-to-find limited editions. The Skylark Diner serves the best home-cooked meals around, with friendly service and a smile. Every August, Mr. Jingo’s County Fair visits, to the delight of children and adults. In essence, Clifton Heights is the quintessential small American town. Everyone knows everyone else, and everyone is treated like family. It is quiet, simple, and peaceful. But shadows linger here. Flitting in dark corners, from the corner of the eye. If you walk down Main Street after dark, the slight scrape of shoes on asphalt whispers you're not alone, but when you look over your shoulder, no one is there. The moon shines high and bright in the night sky, but instead of throwing light, it only seems to make the shadows lengthen. Children disappear. Teens run away. Hunters get lost in the woods with frightening regularity. Husbands go mad, and wives vanish in the dead of night. And still, when the sun rises in the morning, you are greeted by townspeople with warm waves and friendly smiles, and the shivers pass as everything seems fresh and new... Until night falls once more. Handy's Pawn and Thrift sits several blocks down from Arcane Delights. Like any thrift store, its wares range from the mundane to the bizarre. By daylight, it seems just another slice of small town Americana. But in its window hangs a sign which reads: We Have Things You Need. And when a lonely traveling salesman comes looking for something he desperately wants, after normal visiting hours, after night has fallen, he will face a harsh truth among the shelves of Handy’s Pawn and Thrift: the things we want are rarely the things we need. ©️ Crystal Lake Publishing