The Key Man Novels & Stories

I asked. Suddenly, an old man appeared at our table. My sixth sense kicked in, and I swiftly blocked him from reaching Samantha. He reeked of alcohol and looked drunk, it was still early, for fuck's sake. How could someone be so intoxicated in the morning? "Isn't that Samantha?" He slurred. My forehead creased. "Do you know him?" I turned to Samantha. "Of course, she does," the old man continued. "I'm Keye Gator, the one who gave you your first dollar." He laughed, drawing everyone's attention.

This person's brow bone is very high, making his eye sockets sunken, so no matter what expression on his face is, it becomes indescribably wicked even though he looks extremely handsome. Jason quickly whispered to Claude, "CDEA big boss Rondy Yang." Rondy Yang, the boss of one of the biggest entertainment companies in the city as well as the largest entertainment industry in Asia, has a relationship with gangsters. A character who can change white to black, shout rain, and call wind, is called "The Evil Man of the Entertainment World."

She said it again, the same flat tone, no desperation in it. The older man at the head of the circle lifted one hand. The chant stopped. He didn't look at her. He looked at the candle nearest to him, studying the flame like it was telling him something about how much to say. "You are not the target," he said finally. Quiet and precise as everything else about him. "You are the key." Caelith stared at him. At least she has already realised she was a key to damned lock she knows nothing about. "Key to what?." She questioned unsure of how much they're willing to tell her.

Kyle handled the front like a man who’d done it before. He kept his head low, voice casual with the desk clerk, cash already folded the right way in his palm. No names, no IDs, just two keys. The kind made of metal, not plastic, which meant no traceable records and doors that could be opened faster if things turned bad.

he explained briefly, continuing to click on the keyboard. "With that being said, you will be happy to know that your next client is none other than Thompson King. He's known for making large scale donations to small scale companies. Has helped revamp the central hospital down south and.." "Hold your horses, Rod. I'm not interested in knowing about his schemes. At least, not today. I told you that I don't operate on weekends. You know this too." Her voice was firm, leaving no room for discussion and Rod knew very well that she meant it.

"We work for each other's sake. You need money, I need someone to introduce to my family. Both parties are happy, why is it a lie? This specialty is only the three of us know. Me, you and Key - my assistant." The man in the gray vest is David's assistant - Key.

In the center of the platform stood a stone desk, and on that desk sat a single, golden **Key**. It didn't look like a master-key. It looked like a simple house key, old and worn. But it pulsed with a light that made the surrounding darkness retreat. "There it is," I said, gasping for air. I reached for the key, but the Glitch blocked my path. "Wait," she said, her hollow eyes fixed on me. "Remember the price. To turn that key, someone has to stay. Someone has to be the 'Anchor.' They have to hold the door open from the inside while the drive burns."

He flinched when one of the warriors moved too close, but Kane saw the hunger - the hunger for something more - in the old man’s expression. Kane approached cautiously, but with authority. “You’ve seen the stone,” Kane said, his voice low, demanding. “What do you know of it?” The man’s lips trembled, as if he couldn’t speak - or perhaps he was afraid to. His eyes flickered from the stone in Lyra’s pocket to the floor, and then back up to Kane. Finally, his voice cracked. It... it is the key. The key to everything. Kane’s brows furrowed, his instincts flaring. What do you mean?

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.

Cecil exclaimed pointing Key Key standing up gracefully, he lowered his head first before starting to speak "I am Key. The reason I came here is to change the way people think about stocks, change the way they play and look for strategies. heavy market, which can even mess up people's lives. So, I will make him a friend. A friend who if betrayed will turn into something according to that betrayal. There is not much that can be relied on from me, but as the saying says. on muscles, but everything is technique and means! ' Thank you!"