The Chestnut Man Novels & Stories

I am not familiar with this voice, I don't know who this person is so why does he want to help me? I can't trust anyone. I begin to remind myself of that. I can't. Chesnut began to slow down, I think she was tired. Shit. “Come on chesnut!” I yell. “The horse is tired. Come on Princess Edwina, don't be stubborn please, let me help you!” he says I have so intention of stopping but it seems like Chesnut has given up on me. She slowed down and the strange man caught up with me.

“You’re the one staying in the old Webb place, right?” I looked up. “Yeah. That’s me.” Her eyes twinkled with curiosity. “They say the man in the woods visits you.” I blinked. “Excuse me?” “The ghost man. Stormwood’s recluse. You’ve seen him, haven’t you?” I tried to play it cool. “He helped me once. That’s all.” She gave me a knowing smile. “They say he doesn’t help anyone. Not unless he wants something.” I laughed. “You mean like a flat tire changed?”

When she stopped, she glanced at Elisia before looking at the man sitting beside her. Elisia saw her sister sighed then looked at her again. "If this is not your husband, then who the hell is he? Why are you with him?" Elisia was about to answer but she was surprised when the man stood up and walked towards the mini bar. Athanasia, also confused with the man's gesture, gave her a warning stare. The man took a bottle of wine, opened it then poured it on a glass before turning around to face the two sisters. "I'm Thane Cromwel and I'm supposed to be dead. But that woman ruined everything so now I'm here, dragged by her because I want her to turn me back where I belong." The man said with gritt

A man in a white suit and black cloak approached them. His hair was short and white, while his skin was slightly wrinkled. He had a holy cross necklace around his neck and two scabbards on his waist, one of them was empty. “Who are you?” The knight from the crowd asked. “Christopher Bright. A Hunter. Veteran rank” The man showed a white Hunter tag to the knights and stored it away. “It seems that this had turned into a vampire, perhaps.” “A vampire?” Christopher looked at the crowd, he was searching for someone. “You. You were with him, weren’t you?” He said while pointing at the woman that screamed earlier.

However, Ethan had now lost his memory, and as someone who had lost his memory, how could he possibly remember something like that? My thoughts blurred, and just then, the auction segment began. Ethan’s painting, ‘Years in the Mountains,’ was brought out as the final piece. The canvas showed a quiet wooden cabin. In front of it, a girl sat feeding chickens, sunlight spilling over her. Everything about it felt peaceful. That was the three years he spent with Jane. “Mr. Ethan,” a collector seated in the front row asked curiously, “the lighting in this piece is incredibly gentle. What was your state of mind when you painted it?”

I did not have the heart to do the worst to a cheating man, but what I could do, I did plenty of it, and with righteous glee. —The End

Catelyn was still deep in her thoughts when she felt a man's chest pressing against her back. The body felt warm. Catelyn froze for a brief moment before sidestepping. She turned around to throw a sharp glare at the man behind her. The man was in his thirties to forties. His face was filled with facial hair, and a dark circle of stubbles surrounded his mouth to his jaw and sideburns. His eyes gleamed with devious intent. Catelyn felt her stomach churn in disgust. The man touched his chin and asked in a revolting manner, "What are you looking at?"

The chestnut-haired man uttered and almost immediately Alexander’s face became pale like all the color had been washed off his face. “What do they want?” Asked Alexander. “I don't know, Alpha. They seemed to be angry and they all came together which is rare.” The chestnut man raised his head now because Alexander was now looking at him and not me yet his hand didn't leave my waist. It only held me harder and I knew he was affected by the new information. It made me wonder what men chestnut brown was talking about. “I don't want anything to do with them anymore when will they get that?” Alexander groaned before dismissing chestnut brown. He turned his gaze to m

I sure do hope it won't reappear in front of us or I will scream bloody murder. "What's this?" My attention changed as I looked down to Nate. He was getting something off of the hole that Custard dug. As soon as it was off of the ground, he dusted it clean. It was an old small wooden chest. Custard sniffed the box and whimpered. Nate hesitated but opened the box anyway. Inside there were dozens of letters and a small torn painting of Nate's mom and...another red haired man. "T-The g-ghost." I whispered as a chill went down my spin. I looked at the portrait of the man closely. He looks younger than Nate's father. Nate's father has a little rounded facial feature while this man has a strong no

Stunned silence spread over the common hall ,at first Chelsea thought that this was some sort of prank that her squadron member were trying to pull but then when she glanced at those shocked and silly faces , she realized that she was thinking too much . Once she ascertained that the portly man wasn't a crook hired for pranking her , she once again turned to look at the cigar smoking man . The man was short like a dwarf , his belly was double of his own size and he was puffing on his cigar so fast that his face was getting obscured because of smoke .