Ninjabread Man Book Novels & Stories

But he's not giving up on Zeenah that easily, he'll come back for her when the time is right. * Zeenah was sitting outside the large courtyard of her uncle's house. A book in one hand and a cup of cold hibiscus drink in the other hand. She was reading a book titled, 'Man, what makes him a fool' by Abu Mazeedah. It's an amazing read she won't hesitate to recommend to anyone. Her phone which was laying on her body rang and Zeenah felt like ignoring the call and proceeding with her reading. But then she picked up the call and noticed it was a new number.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

"And why are you selling him?" It made the man unable to answer as soon as he could, but in the end, he spoke up. "It was because I didn't want to be on his team anymore. I entered the Vile Mafia longer than he did, but now I am under his. He robbed me of the position that was supposed to be mine. Since the Vile Mafia is already coming down, then it might be better to change my life." He smiled. "I wanted to have a normal life."

Adam glanced back down at the page, a faint smirk returning. “Man handled it though,” he murmured. “Didn’t panic, didn’t fumble it… just stayed in it.” He closed the book halfway again, shaking his head with a quiet chuckle. “Still… that’s not for everybody,” he added. “Takes a certain kind of mindset to even step into something like that.” He looked at the cover for a second, then back at the pages. “This book really doesn’t miss,” he said under his breath. Then, without hesitation—

If he wants to play a game with me, I will do it. …………………………………………………………………. When I wore my clothes, I went to the school garden while carrying my bag. Then, I sat on the bench. After that, I took a novel in my bag entitled ‘The murderer’s perfect crime,’ its writer was Mantus Taylor. Many people around the globe read his book. I opened the book, and I read chapter twenty-seven of it. “So, you are reading my book.” I heard Mantus say to me. So, I looked at him. He is holding two sandwiches right now. He is also wearing his watch in his right arm.

"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a