The Chestnut Man Novels & Stories

His friend began. "You just leave it to me." The nobleman cut in, a confident look on his face. " I know how to sway the people to my side. After all,the only way to tame a dog is to give it meat." They both laughed at his sentence and made to toast to the occasion only to realize that the wine had finished. "LUKE!!" The nobleman bellowed impatiently. A haggard and wretched-looking man entered the living room in a haste. His wrists were bound in bronze chains and his hair was dishevelled. His clothes were nothing to write home about as they could be considered rags.

She looked both pitiful and tantalizing, provoking a desire to tear her clothes apart and humiliate her. "If it were any other time, I might have been interested in you. But right now, don’t get in my way, Cassandra." Frederick shoved Cassandra aside. She fell to the ground, her cries drowned out by his cold dismissal. "Women only slow me down!" Despite his severed arm, the black-clad man showed no signs of pain. Instead, he lifted his chin, his face alight with excitement as he laughed. "Hahahaha! Finally, I've found you! You're the one Chester mentioned before he died—the person even stronger than him! Finally... I've finally found you!"

A man in a shabby jacket and a knitted hat called out defiantly to him - Hey man, come here, there is a conversation, where did you go, I said he came up to me. - Brook-ta-man did not even have to turn around to feel the intention and I was a stranger - it was an ordinary street bandit, frostbitten to the floor of his head. The vampire caught the gleam of steel in the man's hand, it was a knife, although what difference does it make, the vampire ran, heading for the nearest nook and cranny, as if he was running away.

When she found out I'd moved into the abode she'd bought in an old neighborhood and successfully got into college, she cut off all contact with me. One winter, Hayden and his family happened to move into the unit below mine. He'd loved coming up to my place and seeking out my company. When he found out I loved roasted chestnuts, he'd show up outside my door with a paper bag of piping hot, roasted chestnuts and knock on the metal grille until it rattled. I'd open the door and see his bright smile behind the subtle steam from the chestnuts. Hayden would squeeze past me through the door and peel a chestnut. After that, he'd blow on it to cool it. "Here, have one. Careful, though, it's hot."

The leaves broke ferociously beneath his boots. I looked, and what I saw first was a hunting gun, my eyes grew wider, and the man came into full view. Tall, sturdy, and lean with a slight sign of a pot belly, his clothes torn and dirty. He was looking down at me, I dared to look back. “Well look what we have here. What are you doing in this woods all alone lovely, or could you be her?.” His hands ran to my chin. I pulled away, arching my eyeballs at him in confusion, unable to speak.

I murmured. “She's a she actually.” Nathaniel replied. “And her name is Chestnut. A beauty, isn’t she?” I nodded. “She really is.” “Come on.” he said with a grin. “She's already saddled up, let’s go give her a ride.” I raised a brow, following him as he led Chestnut out of the stable. The men outside were already leaving, their laughter fading as they made their way back to the main building. Nathaniel waved them off before turning back to me.

"Where is everyone?" Mane's brows were furrowed in confusion as he walked through the village. He had arrived only a few minutes ago to discover that there was nothing to see. When he was a few kilometres away from the place, he sensed that there was no life there. He decided to discredit his superior senses and come here himself, only to realise that he wasn't wrong. There was indeed no one here. Not even a single soul was present. "Young Master, should I check the vicinity?" Tucker was only a few steps behind Mane. He was draped in an all black robe with a slender sword strapped to his waist.

But when his eyes met my cold and unyielding gaze, he backed down and left with Anne. … The next day, I heard a strange sound from beyond the courtyard wall. A guard burst in, looking flustered. "Ms. Forrest, someone just climbed over the back wall." My pen froze mid-air. I couldn't believe someone dared to break into the Forrest estate in this day and age. I set the pen down and stood up slowly. In the backyard, a man was sprawled out lazily on a lounge chair. Dressed in a bright pink suit, he had a blade of grass in his mouth and had one leg crossed over the other. He looked completely at ease, as though this were his own private garden.

He muttered more to himself. "I only took one. The other was given to me by this mysterious gentleman". "How does this 'gentle man' look?". Cesare asked intrigued. Placing a finger on her flushed cheek, she recalled the man's face. "I didn't see his face since he was putting on a mask but he had this charming voice and he was tall with a biiiiig chest and muscles but not so broad like yours' '. She came closer to see his exposed chest. It was just as he thought. He didn't have any intentions of hurting the girls because he wanted to make him know that he had found the so-called 'lucky charm' he talked of the other time. That's why there wasn't any ambush till now.

Evangeline gasped, clutching my shirt. The man smiled. He raised the rifle, aiming it directly at my chest. "I'm the one who's actually going to be the father," he said. A second rifle shot rings out from the woods, but it doesn't hit the man in the door. It hits the camera in the corner of the cabin, plunging the room into total darkness as the man whispers, "Run, little ghosts. The real hunt starts now."