The Lazy Man Novels & Stories

THE MAN IN YELLOW

Greg pov I looked out the window and adored the view of my garden. That was what I got for living alone in a four bedroom house. I wasn't complaining but it was getting too lonely for me. I thought back to Elena. I had no idea what I had been thinking when I thought of this and why it was a good idea to begin with. It had been so long since any woman made me feel the pleasure she brought on me and so I had thought it was a great idea. I was only regretting that decision now

“Not enjoying the party?” a voice suddenly crack the silence in my head. “Oh heck! You scared the shit out of me!” I turned around only to see a tall and masculine man. He looked like the ones I see in movies. Serious and mysterious. I smirked at my thought. “Oh sorry miss. I saw you spacing out so I kind of interrupted the silence. Uh sorry?” “You seem sincere saying sorry huh?” I looked at the shore again, facing my back against the man.

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.

We both looked at the woman in black when she spoke. "Daniell Jane Cruz." My eyes widened when she mentioned my full name. "Cyrille Bertiz." Cyrille and I looked at each other. "H-how did you know our name?" Cyrille asked tremblingly. The woman did not answer. We also couldn’t see her face because it was covered. “Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall Humpty Dumpty had a great fall All the king’s horses and all the king’s men Couldn’t put Humpty together again.” My hand kept shaking. That song

Chase sprang to his feet, looking like a man caught hiding a stray cat in his bedroom. Paul alone showed no reaction. That came as no surprise. He was a shortsighted old man who stubbornly refused to wear his glasses. Half the time, he barely knew what he was looking at. I would not have been surprised if he struck up a conversation with a tree just because the trunk looked shapely from afar. When he finally realized it was me, he shot me a look filled with silent annoyance. I walked past the dining table and casually picked up a peeled prawn, popping it into my mouth. "Please, go on. I'm just here to collect a few things. Bye, darlings."

(eg when Trayton speaks, the format will be as this: Trayton ~ “Are you dumb asses ready to go?” Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story. Let me know what you think, of Dancing With Fate. Happy reading, Tatum Whispers ******************** There is a lot to say about a man that has it all. A man that has it all does not ask; he takes. He does not want; he demands. He has the right to everything before it is even given to him. He never has to choose, and he never has to wait. He works hard but plays even harder. He lives on the edge; there is nothing that he fears. He dominates everything and everybody. He is a god in his world.

Placing his nail less fingers in the bowl, filled with vinegar mixed with red chili powder and salt. Plea…. Ple.. Please… le… leave… me.. Me.. Ahhhhh…..ahhhh….pleas….please… He was crying and begging for mercy. But I showed no mercy towards this fucker who touched my innocent kitten with his whorish and dirty hands… I smirked at his condition….. Hey guys hope you are doing well and fine, how’s the update.. Hope u will like it and share your thoughts regarding this story.. Vote, share and comment.. Please guys comments me your view about his mania, so I could know what you guys thought about this book…

"I still think that its lazy panda's niece playing with Us. Didn't you all know the first lesson of the street? When the streets become a jungle, we all must strive to survive. The law of nature states that survival is for the fittest. It was never indicated anywhere that survival was for the strongest . Rather the term fittest was used. Strength without the brains is useless but an equipped mind can easily overwhelm a strong body with little to no brain. You all might ignore me right now but its alright. That is all I have left to say for today. I wish all of us all the best. The fall of one of us means the fall of all of us. " Their was silence once more yet no one mocked him this time. No

My expressions and tone darkened, "I don't eat that sort of junk food. I only eat healthy, natural food." Before I could say it cost tens of thousands, Sean walked over to me and patted me on my face. He pinched my cheeks to get me to stop talking. "Alright, you can stop with your pretentious act. You've probably studied too much that you're delirious. Healthy and natural, huh? Looks more like you've been eating wild vegetables in the countryside for too long and started talking nonsense." Sean smiled and looked at me smugly. The colleagues around him bawled out in laughter, mocking me.