The Green Man Novels & Stories

Jasmine\Sophie's POV My black Mercedes pulled to a halt before Goldwyn Empire, and its mirror-surfaced face was dripping with the city lights. The structure was not different. The building hadn’t changed. Not the towering pillars at the entrance, not the sprawling red carpet rolled out for tonight’s fundraiser. What had changed was me. Ian, Cipher’s driver, opened my door with a polite bow.

“Damn. Just her name already makes my butt tingle. When is it? Now? Should we cut class?” “Idiot! It’s tonight. At our bar,” Green said. Jeygreen Xris Gutierrez, known simply as Green, was born into a life of luxury. His mother was a businesswoman who married a wealthy Portuguese heir to Hacienda Gutierrez in Portugal. Green’s father was an excellent sommelier, and this expertise led the family to establish a wine business in the Philippines, becoming one of the country’s top distributors of fine wine. Green had inherited his father’s skills and, even at a young age, was already adept at identifying quality wines.

He was holding Jacob in his arms. Behind Harold, Susan smiled at me. "Sorry to bother you." I froze in place. The cold night breeze swept through the living room, chilling me to the bone. "Why are you bringing them back here?" The words came out through gritted teeth. They pushed us out everywhere else, and now they wanted to invade the only space Yvette and I had left? At first, Harold avoided my gaze, but after hearing my question, he frowned and suddenly acted self-righteously. "Jacob's condition is unstable, so he needs me around.

Arthur growls, leaning closer to the screen. “Keep watching,” Cliff says grimly. As the pair start to walk away from the building, the man glances up—directly at the camera. For a brief moment, his eyes are clearly visible, and I feel a jolt run through me. “Pause it,” I whisper, and Cliff obliges. We all stare at the frozen image. The man’s eyes are a distinctive shade of green—the exact same color as Arthur’s. “That can’t be…” Arthur murmurs, looking between the screen and me in confusion.

The black car quickly drove away after that. … Early in the morning, the door to a manor on the quiet countryside swung open. Jay, who was wearing a black casual outfit, walked into the manor. His gold-rimmed glasses made him look sophisticated. He was smiling, but his smile wasn't genuine at all. One of his underlings reported, "Sir, we got the woman. But… Something's wrong with her." As Jay made his way further inside, he asked, "What do you mean?" "She didn't resist at all when we caught her. She didn't speak, and she did nothing at all while she was on her way here. Something's fishy."

Grace I turned around and tilted my head up to look into the man’s face. He was tall, towering over me. In a crisp green button-up, a dark vest, and dark wash jeans. He wasn’t so close to loom over me, but he was warm enough that the air between us was sizzling. It was the confidence in his tone and his easy expression that told me he was an older man, but I wasn’t sure how much older. His hair was dark and styled just short of messy, brushing his forehead. His face was clean-shaven and chiseled. He was handsome, but it was his eyes, a rich forest green that seemed to glow in the low light that got me. There was something about his face that felt familiar, but I couldn’t place it.

I watch his retreating figure, muttering to myself, "What a despicable personality." "Are you alright?" the man next to me queries, and I turn towards him, a smile forming on my lips. At that moment, I'm momentarily dazzled. This man's eyes possess an enchanting shade of green, sparkling like precious emeralds, the most stunning green eyes I've ever beheld.

Harry Green, at the age of thirty-five, has taken over the family business and is in charge of the massive "West Edmonton Mall." As the most coveted bachelor in the Green family, his single life is a good life. However, the family thinks that the man who has everything might have some unusual tastes, such as "loving someone of the same sex." But these are just assumptions, as nobody knows what Harry's pastime is after a hard day's work.

“The man. The one I told you about—the gray coat. He’s following me, I swear it.” “Elena, relax. You’ve been overworking yourself. Lagos is full of strange men. Maybe he just happens to walk the same routes.” Elena peeked through the bookstore’s glass front. The man hadn’t followed her inside, but she could still see his reflection in the glass: steady, unshaken, waiting. Her stomach sank. She wasn’t imagining it. She was being watched

She glanced slowly from the blond man over to the man who sat on the cathedra, whose dominating aura made it very difficult to breathe. Her blue lips fell open in horror to see the muscular man, his short jet black hair slightly tousled to the left side of his face. His features were sharp and savoury; the sharp eyes shaped like willow leaves, a tall straight nasal bridge, plum, almost rosy lips and an incredibly chiselled square jaw. Perfection. Mike Green.