Sixth Man Book Novels & Stories

1 He is a bad man. The thoughts flashed through Penelope head as she watches the War Hero General parade around to the cheers of people surrounding him, she would have liked to think that she was mistaken with her quick judgement of the man but she knew she wasn't. Her father had told her to trust her instinct, he told her that it was the only thing she could trust in life and right now her instinct told her that this man in front of her was no good.

I ask him in a teasing voice. “Funny joke Luna, I am going to change,” he replies me and he heads to his closet probably to get a change of clothes or bed. While I am waiting, I pick up the book by his bedside and read the title, ‘Six of Crows’, I turn it around to read the blurb, it was about six thieves trying to pull off an impossible heist to save their country.

I had been numb for so long. I just wanted to feel something. "You think I'm beautiful," Six mused, shaking his head. "I think you're delusional." I grinned. "Maybe a little. For you." He frowned. "Why me? There is absolutely nothing special about me." Six was so wrong about that. At the casino, I had watched him for months. I saw the way people flocked to him, his charm and easy-going laughter. He was smart, cunning, but wild, and maybe even a little dangerous too. The darkness in him screamed for the monster in me and I was going to protect and keep him safe no matter who I had to kill or what I had to destroy. Even

I want him to ask if I am okay after what happened, but he has gone radio silent, probably tucked in his cozy bedroom, sleeping. "Oh, my God, look at this," Sienna’s voice cuts through the loud music. She spins her phone around to face the group, showing a freshly updated page from New York Elite Gossip. SPOTTED AT AURA MANHATTAN: The Six Wives of New York have officially reunited. Word on the street is that the city’s favorite heiresses are out to play. Summer just got a whole lot hotter! "They work fast," Elena remarks dryly, leaning back against the plush booth and swirling her drink. "We’ve been in the building for less than forty-five minutes, and the blogs are already tracking our coor

“I want to tell you what kind of book it is. Not what the back cover says you’ve read that. What I think it actually is.” I looked at the room. “It’s a book about a man,” I said. “Specifically, a particular man his hands, his voice, the strong black tea he drank every morning for thirty years, the way he cried at my school graduation and didn’t pretend he hadn’t. The way he cooked on Saturday afternoons and believed, without sentimentality, that paying full attention to the small things was the substance of a life.” I paused. “It’s also a book about what happened to him. What was constructed and deployed against him by people who found him threatening and found it convenient to remove him. W

No one in their right mind would ever choose to sit with him over me, yet here’s my wife doing the complete opposite—without a single trace of regret in her eyes. I knew that no matter how much I insisted that she come with me, she wouldn’t, so I had to just go with a threat. "What’s your name?" I asked the man, who seemed very scared. I couldn’t believe this loser made her laugh more than I did. He bit his lip before responding, "Justin Roy." Even his name screams loser. I wonder what’s with him that makes her want to sit back with him. "Justin Roy you’re fired," I said. Now I know that will get her to come with me.

Shrugging her shoulders at my response, the woman’s eyes looked starstruck as she continued with, “He’s a bit older than me. He’s forty-one and I’m twenty-six, but he’s so… so...” “I’m sorry, but I can’t read for you,” I said as I slid the folded bills that the woman had presented as payment upon sitting down back across the table to her. “Why?” she asked with dismay. “What’s wrong?” “I had trouble in the past after reading for a woman who was having an affair with a married man,” I said with solemnity. “The wife of the husband accused me of supporting the affair. No matter what I said to convince her otherwise, I received the bulk of the blame. She incessantly telephoned both my home and

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.

When Cameron sees me beside Axle, he says, “What the fuck dude? Did you replace me?” I look up at him and say, “I thought you said you needed a partner? I’m not stealing someone else’s spot.” “It’s not stealing if I give it to you. Cam, you can play the next one. I think you’ll live if you sit out one game.” Cam grumbles something and then goes to stand at the side. “So obviously that’s Cam, and over there is Jameson and Ethan.” I wave at them and say, “Hello, I’m Six,” and Jameson says, “We know,” with a smile. Apparently my reputation precedes me.

But if she doesn't, then I won't let you disturb her. Harold was gasping for air, his eyes bloodshot. "When did we even..." As if something suddenly dawned on him, his pupils shrank sharply. "That insurance policy…" I nodded, expressionless. "Yes. That insurance policy was the divorce agreement." Harold stared at me in disbelief. "Why?" I said calmly, "Why? Harold, do you really think you're able to care for so many people? Every time you chose to leave me and Yvette for Susan and Jacob, did it never cross your mind that this day would come?