Novel & Cerita The Chestnut Man

"Which one do you prefer, Mister Hugo? Roasted nut or toffee apple? Don't worry, it's my treat." "Roasted nut. Then, I'll buy you a dinner." Unexpectedly, Sarah laugh lightly and Hugo found himself in ease, "Thank you, Mister Hugo. I'll look forward for it." Sarah traded ten bronze coins to two large paper cups of roasted nut. When Hugo take his snack, the light is on and the curtain slowly raised. Showing a gray castle made from painted wood and two men who standing in front of it. The old man wearing gray suit and brown trousers. Meanwhile, the young man wear cheap white shirt and light-brown trouser. But, something make him look so cool despite his simple attire.

I mean, I knew he was hot but to be this hot—-wow! Every time he took a deep breath, his abs moved in a mesmerizing way. I swallowed hard, readjusting my focus to understand the situation and identify the man on the ground. "He thought he could take out an alpha," Caspian rolled his eyes, expressing his exhaustion towards the man. I remained uncertain about what I was witnessing. The man on the ground wasn't a werewolf. I noticed his long ears and his peculiar attire as if he had traveled from the past. The long shirt he wore had a belt with worn-out notebooks and pens sticking out.

Just as he was about to find someone to ask for the address, a very skinny man with unsightly features approached him. The man was short and skinny, but he wore oversized clothes that even its hem was dragged on the ground. He covered himself so well that he seemed very mysterious. The man leaned over to Caspian, and his eyes twinkled. Then, he sneakily whispered, "Master, do you want some picture books?" "Picture books?" Caspian was shocked. "Tsk. It's a type of drawing… The latest type of picture books with plots." The skinny man opened a gap in his clothes and showed it to Caspian, but he quickly covered it again.

The mildly warm day and clear skies could change in a helluva hurry on the high plains of Wyoming and she shivered at an odd sense of foreboding. Each steady clip brought the man closer, but she couldn’t see his face. A long sheepskin coat brushed the thighs of faded Wranglers, drawing attention to the championship belt buckle centered between trim hips. Leather gloves covered fingers curled around the strap of a camouflage duffel bag. This man wasn’t one of those young, green city boys looking for “real” ranch work and a wild Western adventure. This guy was one hundred percent cowboy, from the tips of his scuffed Tony Lamas to the brim of his dusty black Resistol. Chassie probably looked li

In the house, a middle-aged man sat on a sofa. He looked to be around forty years of age and was slightly chubby. He wore a vest and had a Green Dragon tattoo on his arm. He was toying with two walnuts in his hands. “Move.” The mercenaries pressed their firearms against the trio. They walked forward. “Sit.” In a black vest and fiddling with two walnuts in his hand, the middle-aged, chubby man pointed at the sofa. James glanced at him and seated himself.

she said in a loud voice. "Okey, then you are going to be the sacrificial lamp." The man smiled, then pulled Natasha closer to him and ripped off her blouse. Her chest was bare and everyone around the room could see her. In a certain area of the trousers, one could see a bulged area, something was exciting and demanding attention.The man swallowed his saliva,it was as if he had never seen such a beautiful woman. At the same time,Kenny jumped towards the man with his hands still tied and kicked the man who fell far away from Natasha. No one could tell how he did that. The other men were surprised.

Any moment, she would feel the bullet slam into her, and then nothing more. “Hold!” The cry rang out like thunder through the clearing, startling Raven and bringing looks of unease to some of those caught up in the shameful badgering of an innocent girl. The man who’d stayed Raven’s execution was tall and uncommonly handsome. Dressed in the same simple garb that Eben preferred—a buckskin hunting shirt and leggings, with only a breechclout to cover his loins, and moccasins to protect his feet. His arresting face was totally devoid of paint, but still fearsome in his wrath. “Have you nothing better to do?” he demanded. He went to snatch the rifle from the one who held it. “We are not on the pa

It would have probably been a good idea to rely on Jasper to frighten them. She would like to see if those bastards would dare to splash water on Jasper. At the mansion in West City, Jasper smiled like a fool as he held the sugar roasted chestnuts, which were freshly made. That year, he did buy some sugar roasted chestnuts for his little fool. He actually knew that Summer loved to eat sweets. It was a Thursday when he saw the shop by random chance, but they had become completely cold when he brought the chestnuts home. Honestly, deep down, Summer must still remember the good things he had done for her, right?

"You're just another Debt Collector!" The manor began to dissolve into splinters. The red sun in the sky started to leak black ink. But as the boy shattered, a new door opened in the shadows behind the elk antler chair. It wasn't a door to the mountains, and it wasn't a door to the city. It was a heavy, industrial steel door with a small, brass plate that read: [MANAGEMENT NO TRESPASSING] A man walked out. He wasn't a child, and he wasn't a demon. He was wearing a janitor’s uniform and carrying a mop bucket filled with stars.

As soon as I had my back against the door, my chest heaved in relief, but it was yet again short-lived. The room was dimly lit, the air heavy with the scent of whiskey and leather. A man lounged on a massive bed, his shirtless chest gleaming in the low light but that wasn't what caught my breath. There was a slender, half-naked lady beneath him who was struggling for her life. Her pleas were muffled, almost coming off as moans. Nonetheless, the shirtless guy didn't budge. A glass of amber liquid dangled lazily from his hand while the other was strangling the life out of her!