Novel Man Novels & Stories

“You always say that.” Because it’s true. And because saying anything else would give her power she didn’t ask for but would absolutely use. ⸻ Elena The call comes two nights later. Unknown number. I shouldn’t answer. I do anyway. “You left your lights on,” a man says softly. My blood runs cold. “I don’t own a car,” I reply. A pause. Then a chuckle. “Still careful. I like that.” “Stop calling me.” “I’m not calling you,” he says. “I’m reminding you.”

[Not long after I started my new job, the man of the house told me he was going on a trip, leaving me by myself. [However, no sooner had he left than his dad showed up...] The word 'trip' stopped me in my tracks. I had just come back from a trip myself, and I had a housekeeper at home too. I kept reading. [He pulled me into the bedroom, and I was too scared to fight back. Afterward, he warned me to keep quiet. I was terrified!] [I just found out I'm pregnant, and the man of the house has just returned. I don't know what to do!]

“No! No! Not anymore!” She wants to run, but there is not even light because the dark fog overcomes the place. Her eyes did not see a single way out. As usual, Kanya became confused and disoriented. “Kanya ... hey, you come again?” The subtle tone of a man who was familiar to her ears greeted her. It's been a year since she wrote her first novel. Every time she writes a murder scene, this man will come in a dark fog in her dreams. The soft sound of footsteps came from the man who greeted her just now. A tall and handsome man with perfect jawlines like an international model — this man only existed in her dreams.

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

He dropped to his feet before landing face down. I don’t think I would forget the look he had on his face when he dropped face down. The one he managed to throw in my direction before dropping dead as I presumed. I look up to see a man dressed in local animal skin clothing that covered just his region areas and was on his head like a crown or so. He had a shotgun in his hold and was pointing it at me which made my blood rush up to my head and made me light-headed. ‘Now is not the time to feel light-headed girl, you are faced with war and need to stand your ground.’ I encouraged myself then blinked several times to keep my brain active and alert.

replied Pino. Pino hovered over the man and looked at the book he was reading. There are writings that are known only to humans but cannot be read by pets like Pino. "What is he doing?" asked Pino, approaching the book that was on the table with the man's hand also beside the book. "I've heard from my fellow comrades, when someone is doing something like this what is it usually called?" asked Pino who started to think. Pino floated to several books piled up next to the man who was focusing on his book several times and heard the sound of the paper being turned over.

“Stand down, we're not alone, stay inside until I give the all clear.” “Boss.” I looked around and scanned the surroundings. “So you're alive I thought the Russian prick was lying. I can see clearly he wasn't.” A male six feet tall came walking towards us alone; he was either brave or stupid. “Let me introduce myself. Orian Miller. Better known as O.” I cranked my gun. “You made us lose our women.” “You did that all by yourself, Green. You should've been aware that it was a set up, but you were to dumb and drunk to realise that you'd been played. NowI'm here to get what belongs to me.”

"Who are you!" That heavy voice with a very strong aura I felt my body goosebumps and fell unconscious unconscious. Cold, damp, and filled with a dark aura. I very clearly felt it all. I opened my eyes, my eyeballs rolled to look around where I was. My gaze is on a man with an athletic build with crossed legs, he is holding a book covering his face. "Who are you?" I'm a little confused by my own question, which the castle owner should be asking.

I sighed, hugging the files close to my chest, when suddenly… Thud. The impact sent a shock through me. Someone had bumped straight into me. My files slipped from my hands and scattered across the floor. “Are you blind…” I started, my voice sharp, ready to cut through the air. But the man bent down quickly, gathering the papers with surprisingly careful hands. His head lifted, and for a moment, I stopped. The words died on my tongue. He wasn’t anyone I recognized from the office… at least not immediately. “My fault, I'm sorry,” he said, his tone casual, smooth, like he wasn’t at all rattled.

I ran down the dark and narrow alleyway, that was littered with trash. My blonde hair that had been styled to absolute perfection this morning, was now a mess blowing in the nights breeze.The September breeze was cold,but the cold was the least of my worries.. There was blood on my hands..Blood of the man that I had just married a few hours previous. Blood of the man that has been making my life a living hell for two years.