Straight Man Book Novels & Stories

But then his sharp jaw line distracts me. “I was going to reach out for it,” I said, trying to sound as polite as I could to the six foot one tall dark haired man standing beside me, holding the book I wanted. “Well I reached it first,” he said with a smile. “Oh,” my smile died and I turned to leave. “Okay then.” I wasn’t about to fight with a stranger over a book. There were so many books in this shop anyway. I didn’t have that energy, “Just joking, you can have it,” he said with a throaty laugh as he handed the book back to me.

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

"Do you have another woman waiting for you? Is that why you're so eager to get rid of me?" Hideous gritted his teeth, struggling to maintain his composure in the face of Lilia's accusations. This woman dared to pour dirty water on him. That's really funny. Meanwhile, Mr. Park, who heard this, couldn't help but wince. This woman is really incredible. She really could twist the truth from lies.

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

"I will ask Liam to bring him here to meet his great-great-grandfather. But he will contract some disease if he sees you." Seema gasps shockingly. "How dare you talk like that? I would have slapped you-" "Seema!" Seema was about to slap me but was stopped. A powerful masculine voice booms in the house as I turn my head to see an elderly man. Older than Odin yet looks strong as an ox. His hair is so white it overpowers his dark skin. He has a scar mark that line across his left eye. He looks scary, but I don't feel any fear.

This guy was playing on an entirely new level compared to the men I’d dated. “I’m not a mermaid.” I tried to take the book back, but Golden Man’s grip was stronger than I’d anticipated. “Give that back.” “If you say please.” He smiled, his teeth white and straight and obnoxious. I scowled. “How about I promise not to hit you again and give you an actual concussion instead?” “Americans have a strange way of saying please.” Backed into a proverbial corner, I finally muttered please, very tempted to carry out my threat of hitting him a second time. Holding the book to my chest, I narrowed my eyes at the Golden Man.

His mouth hadn’t moved the whole time he was ogling me. Looking over his shoulder, I saw a middle-aged man with slightly graying hair smiling at me, his right hand being waved back and forth as he tried to get my attention. I looked at the guy in front of me and I saw that he had relaxed a bit, as if he finally understood something that was very confusing before.

I really should ask mommy for longer skirt, even with the high knee socks keeping me warm, I still was at risk of diaper flashing. "Here let me help you" a guy says next to me, he was taller than me but not by much, definitely not as tall as daddy. He got me the book and handed over to me, his eyes did a quick travel on my clothes, hair style before smiling at me. "Here you go little one" he said making me blush, I think he just saw my diaper! How embarrassing can this day be.

Cela replied. "Nanny Rita, you are not that old. You're only a decade older than me. You're just like my big sister. You and Doc Rio are still in your prime," Rolan said. "So what do you think, Cela?" Doc Rio asked. "Do you think our story could pass for a romantic novel?" "Oh, don't let Ivy hear that. She might follow up for the third book or ask for a fourth book," Cela joked. "But theirs is a good story, right?" Ivy said. "I might write it myself," she added.