Novel & Cerita The Autograph Man Novelist

he muttered the last part but I heard him. “Okay, I got… no it was Leo who got it for me. He said he got it from the local book” I said and the smile on his face lessen a bit but he was quick to recover from it and let the smile play on his lips but this time they weren't genuine. “Okay, I will check it out later” he sounded uninterested and I just rolled my eyes and continued reading from where I stopped. Just then the bell rang indicating assembly will start soon. I stood up and put the novel back in my back before heading outside towards the assembly ground.

My hand pulled the ink pen and my mother’s diary, where she wrote everyone who had fetched their laundry, which was beside me. My week fingers held it poorly. Weekly I started doodling the old man who had just entered. He was bald, wore a nevy suit eating a doughnut. He was kind of funny, almost like a character in one of the books I had stolen from Sorrow Haze., called Mr. Panman. He too was a bald man who wears a suit, a conman to be exact. Well as growing up I had been in love with drawings so when I noticed that Sorrow’s novel had graphics I had not wasted anytime, and stole it. Back then I had been fifteen. Hanging alone, suffering from anger issues. After all I hadn’t healed from my br

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

But as he was about to finally turn completely around, I notice that little smirk on his face and I swear, wanted to pull out his hair whenever I have the chance to. “Nothing hard. Just Authors mentioned in the book I told you to read.” With a nodding head, I spent few seconds to organize my thoughts and to clear any distractions inside my mind and become someone who I really was when it comes to academics. I cleared my throat first before I started to speak. “I am dropping an American novelist, short-story writer, journalist, and sportsman, Mister.” I answered. “Okay, who is that person?”

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.

' the man thought. "You're a novelist?"