Novel & Cerita The Green Man

This time even the Purple Realm has been offended, and if you don't call your Godfather out, you really won't be able to close the show today. "I think that this senior is right." At this moment, another man's voice came from the distant sky, and as the crowd followed the voice, they only saw a black mist roll in from the sky, arriving in an instant and transforming into a man in green. The man stood with his hands in the air, his gaze was bland, and the entire person appeared to be breezy, yet it was precisely this kind of breezyness that gave off a feeling of being a rebuke to the wind and clouds.

I had failed. But I wasn't going to give up. Not yet. I pulled out my phone, but there was no signal. The basement was a dead zone. I was on my own. I waited. Hours passed. Or maybe minutes. I couldn't tell. The silence was suffocating. Then, the door opened. A man walked in. He was tall and elegant, dressed in a tailored black suit, his silver hair slicked back. He had sharp, intelligent eyes and a thin, cruel mouth.

The boss' daughter, Pamela Thompson, returns from overseas to take over the family business. The moment she sees me growing vegetables in an empty lot on the factory grounds, she covers her nose in disgust and sneers. "Our factory is a flagship company in this industrial hub!" she barks. "What kind of riffraff grows vegetables here? Do you think this is your personal farmer's market? Fire him, scrape that patch clean, and pave it over with concrete!" "And you!" she snaps, pointing to another worker. "Aren't you getting a little too old? You don't exactly fit our corporate image. You're fired too!" I take off my work uniform, load up my bicycle with my homegrown harvest, and pedal away. B

NILAH The small brass bell above the front glass door chimed loudly in the quiet shop. I set the silver scissors down on the wooden counter and looked up with a small, polite smile on my face. "Good afternoon! Welcome to Oakridge Green—" The words froze in my throat. Two men walked into the warm greenhouse. They were not local mountain people. They did not wear thick wool coats, knit caps, or snow boots like the townsfolk.

I turned around. A tall young man with striking green hair walked toward us, still clapping lazily. Unlike Zayn's calm and intimidating presence, this man carried himself with playful confidence. He wore green trousers with a neatly fitted white shirt, and there was a teasing smile dancing across his lips as though he found the entire situation entertaining. He stopped directly in front of me. "That," he smiled wider, "was amazing." Without warning, he leaned down until his face was only inches from mine, his emerald green eyes sparkling with excitement. "How about this?" He tilted his head slightly. "You fight me."

I said, smiling. Isolde paused for a moment, her almond-shaped eyes falling on the safe. She asked nothing, but merely reminded me to rest well. The next morning, Isolde and I had just packed when the butler hurried in. “Sir, Madam, someone from the Ashfords has arrived. They said Mr. Ashford’s brother… is in the hospital and asked that Mr. Ashford go immediately.” I froze. If my parents had sent word themselves, it meant the situation was grave.

If I move, it hurts less. At evening the horn sounds again. Dinner. The great hall fills. The Red Moon men are looser now. Some lean on their weapons, speaking quietly. The green-eyed man sits at the end of the table, back to the wall, where he can see everything. He doesn’t smile. He doesn’t play. He just watches.

It just forces you to function through a fog. I stepped in through the revolving glass doors, the scent of polished floors and expensive coffee instantly replacing lilies. “Torres!” someone called. It was Jenna, the firm’s most cheerful paralegal, waving a stack of files like flags. “You good? You look…” she paused, frowning, “…not good.” “Rough couple days,” I said. She nodded sympathetically. “Ethan’s losing his mind looking for you.” Of course he was. I headed toward my office when Ethan stepped out of the conference room, spotting me instantly. His expression — the relief, the frustration — was unguarded.

Anna Green went directly to her apartment after parting with Lisa. When she was about to open the door, a deep voice came from behind, "Hello, Miss Green." She turned around instantly and saw a tall elegant handsome young man. He was wearing a pair of black pants and a white shirt. His deep green eyes were staring directly at her. She squinted her eyes and looked at him up and down, completely baffled. 'Who is this man? Why is he here? How does he know her name?'

Martine replied to me. I licked my chops and rubbed my hands very satisfied with her proposal. Since that day, I waited impatiently for Dinam to appear again in the restaurant. I waited a long time until one day, passing by, I heard our manager talking about delivery on behalf of Dinam. Although I wasn't sure if it was him exactly, I had to at least give it a shot. So that's how I put a powder in our delivery man's glass that gave him instant discomfort. I was on my way to deliver the meal to Dinam. The latter looked so beautiful and at the same time so vulnerable.