The Chestnut Man Novels & Stories

Chapter 14 1213 words Update date:2026-03-02 00:38:22 Cathy recoiled in disgust, her fear momentarily forgotten as she took in the man's appearance. His skin was caked with grime, his nails blackened with dirt, and his hair hung in greasy tangles around his gaunt face. Even in her terrified state, Cathy couldn't help but compare him to Magnus, with his clean, muscular form and piercing blue eyes. Everything about this creature was the opposite of Magnus. "Who... who are you?" Cathy stammered, trying to keep her gaze averted from the man's nakedness. "What do you want?" Though she had a sinking feeling she already knew. The man grinned, revealing a mouthful of rotting teeth. "I've been watchi

“Why d…do you…want to…kill…me? Wh…hat…have I done to…you?” “It's nothing personal,” the man's voice was as cold as ice. “It's just a manhunt.” And the last thing the guy has ever heard in his life was the loud bang of the revolver that ended him. He almost escaped. Only almost. * * * “Hi, good morning. The two of you must be Mr. And Mrs. Andrews?” asked Jacob Price politely, professionally like the way his Snyder Italian Cashmere Sutton Suit in Navy Blue wrapped around his well-built figure. He stood up at a height of 5'11. His hair was dark and soft and the perfect haircut for his oval-shaped face. Blessed with a pair of blue eyes—as blue as the skies, just looking through those windows cou

the man emerged from the kitchen, holding two cups “is chocolate poisonous to you guys?” I said nothing as he walked over to place both cups on the coffee table then stood there, waiting for us to act. I hadn’t seen a man this bizarre since my introduction to Cassius. The man had skin that resembled a dull polished bronze metal, and four horns on his head. There were two small ones pointing upwards from the top, and two massive ones growing from above his temples; to curve downwards before pointing forwards. His face was split down the middle by a thin, black line that ended at his chin. His left eye was white, with small black spots ringing his pupil, while the right one was a blazing brigh

Cassidy looked after me confused, his lip bleeding. "You tried to kiss my woman?" I asked angrily. "I...I.. he stuttered pathetically. "Well?" "I'm sorry. I don't know what came over me." I punched him again. "You ever touch her again and I chip your dicm off everyone knows what a man white you are." "I won't, I promise." "You better. And stick to your whores and stay away from my woman or you'll be six feet under understand?" "Yeah." "Yeah what?"

Another blast of breeze came and the wind chimes of the De Noir manor continued to move, creating rather disturbing noises. The manor was filled with darkness, only illuminated by a few old chandeliers, which unfortunately did not make the manor look less frightening. A tall and big man clothed in brown and white was stiffly standing at the manor's door like a royal guard guarding the palace, the only person around apart from his master.

The stranger turns a little and looks back toward the truck, “my nephew, her brother and my brother, her Dad.” As Robin steps sideways to look to the truck he edges closer to where he leaned his rifle up agains the wall next to the front door and he leans his hand against the door frame. He notices two other men in the truck, he also notices the three pine tree symbol described by Cammie. Robin, “well I’m sorry, but there are no girls on my homestead, unless you count my two sows and the hens.” Deciding it would be stupid to try detain the man with two others not far off.

"I'm a stupid student. The coach wouldn't want to teach me. Uncle Ensio only likes you. Besides, I don't need to be a hunter because you will always protect me." I smiled at that time. "Of course, I will protect you, Casey, no matter what." Suddenly, Casey screamed hysterically. "Wow, snow! Come on, let's play in the snow, Gin!" She jumped down from my back and dragged me. "No, Casey. It was just falling cherry petals." Casey raised her hand and examined it. "Oh, you're right. It's just falling cherry petals." Under one of the cherry trees, whose flowers were starting to fall, there was a strangely dressed man standing there. The man stared into the distance and turned his back to us.

Up to him to give them every day . Last night he took out the chest money and put them in his bedroom at seven . He only realised the chest appears in his space when he wokes up this morning . Maybe the chest appeared six hours later while he sleeps . He then gives the full chest to his master and take the half empty back to his space. But to his shocked , the new chest money appears again after their lunch ... he look at his watch and it was one o clock in the afternoon. The chest always appears at the same place . Although he had put back the chest money he took out last night in his space ,a new one kept appears at the same place .

It was definitely a man but why wasn't he moving? " Hey, Mister. Are you a statue? Why are you standing in my way, huh? Do you want to bully me like they did? Do you also think I'm worthless and stupid? " Lena mumbled like a mad woman, poking the chest of the man before her whose brow pinched softly. A sudden gasp left Lena's lips and she covered her mouth. " Good heavens, you have a lot of strong packs " The mad woman ran her fingers through his chest and her eyes traveled to the towel wrapped around his thin waist. She buried her head and took a sniff.

Eyes tightly shut I listened to his rapid breathing as he began to fumble with the buttons of my shirt. My shirt came open and I cried out in disgust and repulsion as I felt his hands squeeze down upon my bra encased chest. Just then as my eyes had started to open I heard the sound of what I took to be bone breaking. The groping hands on my chest fell away completely even as my eyes now flared wide open. In shock, I stared into the eyes of a very wild looking man. He was no aged, decrepit old man to be sure, but instead had the look of a man at home in the forest. A very wild forest.