The Man From Earth Novels & Stories

James glanced briefly at the Manager before glancing at the man again. "Where is your friend!" James questioned bluntly. The man shook his head, not wanting to reply. James snorted in annoyance and glanced at Earth, who then stepped forward and straightened the man's body forcefully. "Answer him! Where is your friend!" Earth growled while half was strangling the man's neck. "M-my son, he’s my son. P-please let him go!" replied the man stuttering from choking. Earth loosened his grip, and James came a little closer.

Mother told me to never use my power for bad things. Someone walked into the room I was placed in. A man. He was the most handsome man I have seen, with a warm smile. He was holding a bowl and rag in his hand. I didn't sense any sinister vibes from him yet I still I cowered away. That moment was the beginning of everything. He took care of me and helped me back on my feet. He said his name was River and he too left home to explore the lands. I was happy to have encountered a person similar to me. We spent time together and when we parted, I thought it was it.

As they immediately struck a deal, I made a hand signal, indicating it was time for my next line of action. A man walked towards us, and my face tightened. Both Olivia and Rowan noticed the tension in the air as the man walked towards us. Rowan excused himself. Wise man. He had an idea about who I was, and did not want to involve himself with whatever I did. He has played his part by talking with Olivia and striking a deal. I was happy that he excused himself. “Long time no see Alexander. I see you got yourself yet another toy to play with. You never seem to change”, the man said with a chuckle.

three months ago. Our marriage was like a well-acted movie, perfect on the outside, empty on the inside. Cipher D’Amato, billionaire, tech mogul, and coldest man alive. To the world, we were the perfect couple. In reality, I was just his shadow. I pushed the door into his study softly, and there he was as usual, his head over the desk surrounded by documents and folders, while his glowing tablet was still warm to his hand. His curly, dark hair covered his forehead. Even in his sleep, his jaw was still strained as if something was making him angry in his dream.

he said. The bird in the trees went quiet. The morning sat around us, cold and clear, and I stood beside this man who had been awake for five days and had just dismantled a criminal network and was standing in his garden saying thank you, and I thought about the girl who had arrived here six days ago with one bag and shoulders curved inward and a face she wore so people would not look at her too closely. She felt very far away. At ten thirty, Noa appeared at the garden door with her coat on and her keys in her hand.

Could you play the next part of the video and zoom in on the man's face, please? The staff did what I asked. When the picture stopped, I said slowly, "This isn't my dad, Jethro. It's my personal driver, Daniel Chapman."