The Green Man Novels & Stories

While the security man was still speaking a man interrupted their conversation. “You are Alexia Chaney right?” the man chipped his way in. He was dressed casually and Alexia couldn’t help but wonder how he knew her name because she has never seen his face before. He reached his hand out to her. “My name is Travis Green, and we have been expecting you,” he said. Staring in confusion, Alexia shook hands with him. “Thanks,” she pulled her hands back to her side, and Travis glanced sideways at the security man.

minutes later, the presenter announced the guest of the night, and the audience began to scream hysterically as the man entered the stage. Dressed in dark jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, he looked like a dark angel, lit only by the tourmalines in his eyes. It was impossible to choose a shade between blue and green for them. Lora hadn't seen his face, but she would recognize that figure anywhere. The intense green in his eyes wasn't captured by the camera, yet the woman felt her skin sting as if he were looking directly at her. The big hands, broad shoulders and strong arms were unmistakable. Lora was sure that this man, being televised and cheered by a desperate female audience, was the same

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

His green eyes narrow in a scrutinizing stare that makes my skin crawl. The man who spoke smiles at me. He has a surprisingly nice smile for someone so grungy. Under all the dirt, I can see a hint of blond hair and warm brown eyes. The other man, the green‑eyed one, has dark hair, but his marble‑green eyes stand out the most. The little bit of light hits them just right.

The man in front of me shuns the older Alpha, his deep voice rumbling through me in a way that forces my eyes to climb all the way to his face. The breath in my lungs come to an instant pause and my eyes widen as I stare at the specimen before me. This man looks like he’s made from, and for, sin. His eyes are a vibrant shade of green, his hair an interesting shade of red. Is that even natural? “Yes. My hair is natural.” I jerk my eyes away from his hair and back to his shining green orbs that are watching me with amusement, his lips twitching with his need to laugh. Did I just say that aloud?

Dead wrong. The man who stepped into the light couldn't have been a day over thirty-five. He was a masterpiece of masculine precision. His hair was a deep, midnight black, swept back with a deliberate carelessness that made him look like he had just stepped off a runway—or a battlefield. But it was his eyes that stopped my heart. They were a piercing, crystalline green, the color of high-grade emeralds found deep in the earth.

THE MAN IN YELLOW

There are a bunch of other men in here too but I have never seen them before nor was there any striking thing about their appearance other than they looked well dressed and well fed almost like the room they all sat. Mr Bellman directs us to stand at the center and walks around to join the others at the table, when he is seated, the one with the scar stands up and begins addressing us. "You must be Elsa and you Eden, do you mind sharing to the council how you found water?" he says while giving Elsa an intense gaze, like he is trying to reach down her soul. Before I can even respond, Elsa holds my hands and takes a few steps forward towards the one who spoke to us whom I presume must be the g

The front of the house looked as if it had never had a loving hand touch it as vines took over and crushed the shutters that sat outside the windows. I walked forward, trying my hardest to keep my face neutral as I knocked on the rotting door. I hoped Garren was right and that Vincent would help us. Especially if he knew who I was. I gripped the coin tighter as footsteps neared the doorway. Then, finally, the door swung open, and a tall green man with a mess of orange curls stepped out. His onyx eyes narrowed as he looked me up and down. “Looks like lunch has found its way to me today.” His voice was raspy. He licked his dry, cracked lips, reaching for us. I jumped back, preparing to fight i

But I definitely did not eye-rape him. "I am so sorry." I mumbled. Is the universe against me or something? "I wasn't looking and-" Okay, maybe I did a little bit of eye-raping. I mean, who could blame me? He's gorgeous. He has sandy blonde hair with some brown highlights. His face is just... pure perfection. Then I realised something that made me frown. Something that made memories of him come back. His eyes were a shade of forest green. Forest freaking green. Ashton. Oh god. I'm not even kidding, I am going to cry.