The Lazy Man Novels & Stories

What am I even thinking? “You okay there Mil?” He grinned. I slapped him on the shoulder. “I’m a fine asshole.” “You wound me Mil.” He said placing his hand over his heart grinning I laugh at his stupidity. “You okay to get up?” “Yeah.” He smiled and took my hand helping opme to my feet and waited for me to be steady on them. “Let’s get this basket upstairs.” “I am quite capable of doing it myself.“ “I know but you’ve just woken up I want to make sure you’re okay.”

I spread my legs freely. "Hide again like a sewer rat?" A man with a cynical and scary face. He approached me, sat on a single bench. “Axen, stop hiding. Come out quickly!!” “You have no right to rule my life, Alex.” "Oh, whatever. I'm so tired of asking you to walk outside and enjoy the fresh air, instead of being indoors just breathing in the humid air here." Listening to his babbling made my eyes slowly close, I was very sleepy and fell asleep on the sofa.

I have seen men who have gotten car engines finally fixed, not because they found it easy to have the breaking point , but they fought until they had the car engine fixed. What you love you won't give up on it until it gets fixed. You stay geared up ,awake and watching over it that it won't just die in your watch. That's what a real man does, they are fighters to their last breath like Jesus who loved to a point that He let His ghost out. If realness was in most of us most of the broken homes would be the strongest empires in the world. A weakness of a person who is stubborn is that he will condemn wisdom when he sees it. At one point there was a guy who was married to his lady, suddenly p

"Work hard. There is no useless person like you around me." Jean gritted her teeth. She wondered how he could hit her through the screen. Have to admit, he was so rich. It was an excellent ocean golden pearl with dazzling light and a diameter of 10 millimeters. Such a pearl was extremely expensive in the market. Jean wanted to reach out secretly to pick up the pearls. "As long as you don't want your hand, just pick them up." The man's lazy voice made Jean's hand stop immediately. She cursed him in her heart and laughed, "I'm afraid someone will step on them and fall down."

or someone caught her eye. At the far end of the alley stood a man who was half swallowed by shadow and slightly caught by the pale spill of daylight. He was tall, impossibly so, and his build was lean and composed. She felt somehow confused about why he seemed distant and tired. He simply stood there with his head slightly inclined, like someone waiting for time to catch up with him. For a heartbeat, her mind snagged on a useless thought. The man was striking and out of place. She would have kept walking.

Upon hearing the hoarse voice behind him, Lillard instinctively stepped away and stood close to his brother. " I meant it when I said Belphegor takes good care of her.." the man leaned against the window lazily.. "He's obviously too lazy to mess around with an unconscious woman.." he mumbled while silently reprimanding the Sloth due to his lack of interest. "I won't hesitate to kill you should anything happen to her!"

The man in the suit steps forward with his arm stretched out, but I shake my head, skipping the pleasantries. As the man begins his rituals, snapping his fingers and all, I take a seat at the back, watching the entire thing unfold. “When I snap my fingers twice, you’ll tell me everything about you.” Snap. Snap. The room falls strangely quiet, and the man’s breathing slows, and when he speaks, it doesn’t sound like someone answering a question. It sounds like someone dreaming aloud. The guy goes on about his family background and how life was with his little family of four. His parents died of illnesses years apart and it was just him and his brother.

He's normal. "Are you stupid?" The lazy man snorted. And that made me paused with eyes widening. "Pffft! Sorry, Miss. He's not a PWD. He's so lazy to the core to the point he hated walking already. So, he uses a wheelchair. Pffft! Bwahahahahahahaha! LOL!" The blondie man explained. I blinked. . . . . .

What on earth was this? "That bastard has been busy smuggling food from the borders of Cotonou and he's been slacking. I've been watching him closely. He doesn't work hard for the amount of money his pauper of a father owes me. Instead he eats and eats and then wipes off his sweat every minute of work like some pregnant woman. Such a person isn't useful and is unable to work hard for the loan which couldn't be refunded. Hence I had to get rid of him. In life, if you refuse to be useful, you become useless automatically."

I don't want to protest anymore since what he is doing is in my favor; he can keep me away from Adam for me to relax from the stress. Lucas doesn't like to talk unless someone asks him a question. He is the man who is suitable for the definition of, 'quite as a snowflake' or 'secretive' since he is lazy to explain, but it is better if I describe him as boring to be with. Well, his answer to my question earlier that I didn't hear the rest of what he said, maybe it was just a bonus.