The Man In Castle Novels & Stories

I opened the door—but didn’t step aside. He looked exhausted. Tie loosened. Jacket wrinkled. The man who never lost control looked like he’d been holding himself together with thread. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “But you disappeared.” “I told you I needed space.” “You resigned from everything,” he said. “That’s not space. That’s exile.” I let out a slow breath. “It was survival.” He nodded slowly. “Then let me help you survive.” “No,” I said quietly.

Every microexpression on my face would be scrutinized and dissected endlessly. I felt blood rush to my head, then in the next moment, chill through every limb. Thayer stood beside Isolde, his brows furrowed as if the weight of the world pressed down on him. His fingers gripped Isolde’s arm tightly, his voice ringing clearly across the room. “Tell everyone, Isolde! Tell them! We are the ones who truly loved each other! “Back then, I was foolish and not ready for marriage—but that’s no reason for Caspian to take you for himself!”

Blake gave me a short smile before nagging me to go in, which I did as he shut the door behind me. The moment I stepped into the room the hard smell of cinnamon, coffee, books and even earth smell filled my nostrils. The kingly sized bed was just in the middle of the room, Finley decorated and with the windows that showed all the castle walls of the pack. There was a table at the left side of the room. A hot fireplace to keep the room extremely warm and fine curtains. I turned to my left and that was when I noticed the figure of the man standing just by the balcony of the castle beside the window. Unlike all the times that I had met him in his full regalia he looked totally differen

Denzell who has the same nature was not bothered at all. “We're here, wear your hoods.” The clear view of the castle walls amazed Barrett, though she was brought to the silver snow castle by Cliverio, this palace is on a bigger scale, it is shining in golden light and the massive walls are not to be taken lightly. The castle gate is open and a lot of travellers, merchants, even knights are scattered. “Seems like there is an inspection.” Manuel noticed, and he prepared the identification plate for the three of them.

She could only hope by fate that the man, who looked like a man in his mid-thirties (Karl had already told her that he was much older than Karl) would keep his word. She had already stepped into a strange dimensional portal that the white robe man made it, brought them instantly into a castle with a dark interior, looked ancient, eerie. She saw a lot of people immediately lined up neatly to salute the man every time they crossed the castle corridor. Her eyes scanned the surroundings of the castle, which was so gloomy, made her body trembled in fear so much that she would almost fall if William had not caught her with his one firm hand. "Honestly, you're way more attractive than all the wome

But whether my theory was right or wrong, I didn't have any proof since the guard announced something and the double doors of the castle opened. As if on cue, we all stopped what we were doing and collected ourselves to appear more proper, which horrified me because once upon a time, the old me would not try to act proper or princess like. Coming out of the door is a man and a woman in their mid 40's. The man was muscular and tall. His hair was brown and of the same shade as Ren and Dan. He wore a tight gray shirt tucked in brown pants and boots that clicked as he walked. Although his clothes don't look that much, his stance and the way he walks screams authority. The woman has dark hair and

Fathers are born out of a male that has chose to be a man. The reality of life is that it's actually a struggle to become real when you don't have reality in you. One wise man once said man are workers and man are providers, in addition I would say real man are the ones who have achieved salvation. Look at this there is no manly figure that can surpass what Jesus Christ did on the cross ,and there is no man who has achieved the reward that Jesus Christ attained. Being a man is knowing the real man who has an achievement and learn from Him.

I let my wolf out and lunge at my enemies. I clawed, I tear them until there was only blood on the ground and shreds of their skin tattered across everywhere. I didn’t hesitate to send anyone to afterlife whoever dared to come in my path. I opened the main door and enter inside the huge castle where the man I despised the most lives, the one who still needs to punished and to be atone for his sins. The castle was huge as the last time I seen it, the luxury was shining in through the walls.

As he came into the castle on the red carpet, the obnoxious and arrogant man grabbed her protectively and possessively. "Please place me on the floor. This is very humiliating." She was adamant. " Don't move, I'm not putting you down." He grinned. When they got into the castle, he continued walking until he reached a large room filled with traditional paintings. The space was spacious, with flowers adorning the walls and long traditional curtains stopping the sun from entering. When Andrew stepped in with Miranda still in his arms, Damien and an elderly man were seated having a chat. The two men seated looked at Andrew as if he were some insane asylum inmate. The elder man frowned as their g