Man Writing Novels & Stories

I've missed them a lot! Please check out my other book, "Spirals:Tattoo in my mind" while you wait. Thanks a lot for understanding 😊 ~~ Love Marvy-dee

I BECAME A GAY BECAUSE WOMEN ARE SCUM. “ I have heard of stories how a man will love a woman and do everything a woman will really want a man to do for her and at the end of the day, she will end up lying to him, cheating on him, and thereafter breaking up with her.” Jefsexy explains as the whole crowd now pays full attention to him.

I know I’d said I would give the owner of that corgi a piece of my mind. But staring up at this giant man who looks like he’s carved of marble - I felt those muscles only moments ago, and the marble may be an accurate description - I was at a loss for words. How much time does he spend in the gym? Or is this not natural, and it’s all steroids? If it is steroids, do I even want to accept that offer of dinner or the use of his laundry?

He was holding a pencil and a pad of paper. He looked like a writer from a century ago. “You’re the first ones to come here in a long time,” the man said. He didn't look up from his paper. “Most people prefer the red moon. It’s brighter. More exciting.” “Who are you?” I asked. My voice didn't echo. It just fell flat on the floor. “I’m the **Author**,” the man said. I felt a surge of rage. This was the man who had written the Council? The man who had put me in the tanks? The man who had made Rowan a "Donor"?

“The same man who sent twelve messages in one week is now a monk.” Freeda took the phone from her and scrolled through the article herself. The words were clever in the way cowardly writing always is. No lies clean enough to risk legal pushback, no facts strong enough to hold him accountable. Just tone, polished and protective, careful in its cowardice: a man heartbroken, misunderstood, stepping back because the woman he almost married had become “volatile under pressure.” There was even a line about him refusing to speak poorly of her because he still respected what they had almost had.

For Dan to be able to get his hands on such a great number of papers was very impressive. The other thing Mane had taken note of was that the information on the paper was handwritten. Although the handwriting was delicate, and the penmanship was exquisite, Mane knew a handwritten text when he saw one. And all books – all seven bundles of them – were handwritten. It seemed that to get information in this age was harder than normal.

Although I'm more of a brain than brawn agent I'm very proficient with weapons and liked feeling the weight of a gun in my bag especially when in enemy territory. Though there had never been any reports of Mancini becoming violent, no Mr. Smooth was way too cool for that, he just annihilated his enemies in a whole other and might I add effective way. I figured enough time had passed that if I took another look it wouldn't seem too obvious but what I wasn't expecting when I turned in his direction was to connect with those jewel toned eyes watching me head-on.

Dear readers, I want to express my deepest gratitude for joining me on this exhilarating journey through "Mafia Men III - Mancini's Bride." Your enthusiastic support and unwavering interest have breathed life into these characters, and I am truly humbled by your response. As I sit down to pen this note, my mind brims with new ideas. I'm currently crafting an enchanting werewolf romance that promises to sweep you off your feet and transport you to a world of love and fantasy. While the title is still in the works, rest assured that it will evoke the same range of emotions you've come to expect.

Even through all the difficulties and troubles, we were going to do fine just like we have been until now. Even if it seemed like it wasn't working out, we would still try our best and never let go of each other. After all, ours was a love that was not going to die out for eternity. THE END Lance Storm's story available! Title: My Mafia Rescuer Elian Storm's story available! Title: My Boss Is In The Mafia?

That and inspiration, of course. I squirmed on the bed. I closed the laptop. He missed calling Jay to read him what he had written. He was my male point of view. He would tell me if something was too cheesy or if something would be better written differently. He was my great support at the time of writing. Grazie l was thinking of hiring him as part of the publishing house to support the writers. Professional support. Jay had refused a couple of times. He was a lawyer and was doing very well. He said that the only writer in his life was me. Jay was that special.