Solitary Man Book Novels & Stories

They bathed together, ate together, and went shopping together, just like what a couple deeply in love would do. I didn't make a scene as I simply watched them show off their affection in silence. With five more days left in the divorce's waiting period, Julian suddenly suggested climbing a snow-covered mountain. He insisted that I come, too. Halfway up, Evelyn had left to get something, leaving Julian and me alone. The gentleness on his face vanished at once, replaced by a cold stare. "Why are you still hanging around here? Do you really think Evelyn will fall for you eventually?"

“Now this one…” He shook his head, almost impressed, almost unsettled. “This one’s mad.” He leaned back against the counter, gripping the edge of the book a little tighter. There was something about this story that didn’t feel heavy like the last one. It was still intense, but cleaner. Sharper. “Man went in for a job… came out with something else entirely,” he muttered. Adam ran a hand over his chin, thinking it through. It wasn’t about control this time. Not like before. This one felt… equal. Two people walking into the same moment for completely different reasons and meeting right in the middle of it.

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.

I know school is important and I do love going there but there's the bigger part of me that just hates it so much! Recently I have been feeling so lonely, I ain't got friends anymore. Everything and everyone has started feeling live strangers and who knew people could get so distant? I've been focusing on things that I don't need, like books, it's been almost two years since I've joined this writing platform called 'W*****d' and I love it! But it's just I've been giving it more focus then I should. I just don't know what to do with my life, home doesn't feel like home anymore. Anyway, I must go because a friend of my dad's is coming over for...I don't know what for but ugh I don't really car

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.

It’s an old leather-bound book, with a red leather cover and a gold emblem on the front, she turns it to read the spine, “The Parrot and the Hunter. Is this a children’s book or a weird shifter romance novel?” Morpheus laughs, and she sits down and opens it, “Ah, romance novel.” She taps it thoughtfully, “No pictures.” She smiles as Sol flushes and she curls up on the sofa to read, she flips through, “Oh, my apologies, there are pictures.” Sol groans as she takes in the etching of two people clearly fucking each other senseless. “Informative pictures.” Morpheus laughs hard,

"You were driven out of the house for assaulting her. And when your son and grandson passed away, you didn't even make an appearance. Yet now, you suddenly show up and say you want to help me? What do you really want?" The man had another coughing fit. Quickly composing himself, he put on a smiling expression once more. Then, he looked at me and said, "I'm just worried about you. Don't worry, I'm old now. I can't hurt anyone anymore. I am here to atone for my sins." If I hadn't read the file on Ben's computer, I might've believed him. Without hesitation, I kicked the man. Totally unprepared for it, the old geezer fell to the ground and began coughing uncontrollably. He tried to get up severa

I waited, just for fun, then let the silence draw out. Jack squirmed, like he thought I was about to say no. I was about to say yes when my eyes caught on a movement at the corner table by the emergency exit. A man sat there, alone, reading a book with a matte black cover. He was tall even while seated, with sharp cheekbones and hands too elegant for anyone under forty. His hair was dark and perfect. His jacket—expensive, probably custom-tailored—was so out of place in The Morgue it felt like he’d been CGI’d into the scene.

- ISOBEL - I swing by a cafe, one of my favourite, with James tagging along by my side. We couldn't beat running into Cain back home but for the first time in my life since I knew Cain, he let me leave home without a possible ulterior motive or an argument. And he's not following me. As shocking as that is to imagine, he's at home while I'm out here. Alone. On my own with no one breathing down my neck. Wow. It's almost surreal.

I asked quietly, pushing my glasses further up my nose and trying to hide my embarrassment from getting caught reading erotica in the bookstore’s café. The man leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps through his navy-blue sweater. “Yes, you can actually. I see you here every day”—he snatched the book from my hand—“and you’re always reading the same smutty book.” My cheeks blazed with embarrassment that I couldn’t hide. He leaned his forearms onto the table. “It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”