The Chestnut Man Novels & Stories

As he progressed a little further, he began to watch the scene he saw with curiosity. A man was out hunting. He was collecting the birds he had shot in one shot. A person with boots up to the knees, an outfit in brown tones suitable for these places, and a hat in the same tone on his head. He began to watch carefully. The man bent down and walked slowly, looking at the great tree. He stopped suddenly and took aim. He fired the rifle and calmly picked up the bird that had fallen to the ground behind him and put it in the basket. Then he kissed his rifle and set it on the ground. He didn't come around very often, but when he did, he had never seen anyone like this. After the man put t

TWO WEEKS AGO "So it's more of an urban legend?" "Not really, no. There really was a mansion just past the forest here. It's built atop a hill but I'm not sure if it's still there." "What's the story behind it?" The old man stopped to take a swig of his whiskey and took a drag from his cigar. "It's a story no one in town likes to talk about for... well, reasons." he began as he eyed the young lady before him. "It happened long ago, way too long ago that I wasn't even alive, but the story is something that everyone had passed down."

Another one roared. "Can someone call security?" The others suggested. "Don't worry, ladies. I'll handle this." They all looked satisfied when a man walked towards Marionne. He looked like in his mid-40s, yet still, look formidable and elegant. "I know you, Marionne, right?" Marianne felt like he was showered with ice-cold water. The man in front of him was the father of Ava. "Uhm—yes—yes, sir." He struggled to answer.

The man continued walking from the open field towards them. As he passed by Lucas without any expressions, he started to ask Lucas a question. "Did you bring something, non?" In turn, Lucas asked, "Who are you?" He was staring at the huge chest plate that he was donning. He looked familiar, but he can't recall when he met him. As the strange man continued walking, they successfully passed each other and neither of their questions received an answer. "You are not her. I needed her right now instead, non?"

One of the horsemen, a tall burly man with a trim moustache, dismounted his large white stallion and the long sheathed sword strapped to his left hip dangled as he landed softly on the ground in his thick leathery boots. He had thick eyebrows that accentuated his dark eyes and was approaching Ruhan Aacharya’s hut. “What do you think’s going on up there?” whispered Lucas. “No idea,” Natasha said softly but something inside her head was telling her that her and Lucas being there might probably have something to do with it. They heard the muffled voices of people speaking in Nepalese outside as they stood in the darkened compartment. The horseman, standing in front of Aacharya, was engaging him

I turn to find the source of the voice and nearly fall off the rock. It's a very handsome man, he looks like my age. This gorgeous man sits upon a stump, one leg crosses lazily over the other. His long golden hair frames a starkly attractive face. He looks more like a Viking, with a strong jawline and prominent features. He is sun-bronzed and able-bodied. I've never seen any man with such wide shoulders or such a muscular chest. He dresses plainly in doeskins and a buff vest. And he put a sketchbook on his knees, I can see a smudge of charcoal sullies his face.

A very tall good looking Man, coming our way, wearing just a jacket, his broad chest bare and open, with his long blonde hair tied back. My breath hitched. Who is this man and why is Mrs Halloway tensed because of him? ~

For a moment, the forest held still. Then a figure stumbled out from behind a tree. It wasn't a wolf. It was a man. Ava rushed forward just as the figure collapsed at the edge of the trail. His clothes were torn, stained with blood and soot. He was muttering, his voice cracked and broken. Ashton knelt beside him, rolling the man gently onto his side. His eyes were wide, glazed with terror. "Who did this to you?" Ashton asked, his voice low, steady. The man's gaze flicked to Ava. "The forest... it took them. My pack. Shadows... they screamed—" He choked on the words. "Burned... not fire... worse..."

“What are you eating honey? I told you no chocolates.” The man was facing Uno and his back at me so when he turned around, he froze, the same way Manuel did. But unlike the old man, this man has the bluest eyes I have ever since. “Cheska?”

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.