The Monk Novels & Stories

He thought for a second and replied “She must be smart of course. She must also be kind-hearted and friendly with everyone.” “These are general qualities Mr.Stone. Say some different and specific ones.” He looked directly at the camera and said, “She must be so stubborn to not be able to please her even by me.” Immediately Rani cleared her throat from beside me. “That is totally different. Anything else?” the reporter asked. He nodded and replied “She makes the finest coffee. I mean she must make the finest coffee.” This time I heard all my friends along with Maam clearing their throats. I didn’t even turn to look at them because the shock was written all over my face.

“He took a vow of silence and poverty about ten years ago. Doesn't own a TV, doesn't own a phone, and he definitely doesn't care about your billions." I stare at the wall for a second. “You’re fucking with my head, Grey. Tell me you’re joking.” “I’m not joking,” Grey barks a huge laugh that sounds like he’s literally falling off his seat. “You think the world’s a joke? Come on, you can't be serious. This is the only guy on the coast who can save that woman’s life at the moment.” “A monk? What the fuck?” I gasp. “The match is absolute perfection. You gotta go for this one while I keep hunting.”

Maybe it comes with the title. I sat on my bed. I did not take off my shoes. I only meant to close my eyes for a second. The darkness took me fast. I did not dream of food. I dreamed of a monk in a stone monastery. He was faceless. He stood over a boiling cauldron. He stirred it with perfect motion. He turned to me and held out a ladle. The liquid inside was black as ink. I reached for it. But the monk’s hand turned into the withered hand from the kitchen.

Pidge was being taken to the room immediately and Vlora asked, "Who are you?" "Who did you call?" his answer was sarcastic. "No time to play with me, guy." Vlora then turned to her cousin and asked, "You went to bring a monk and yet you came back with your boyfriend." "He is not..." the guy cuts Debrah and spoke, "I am the monk." Hearing this, Vlora could only gawk at the guy. He was so handsome for a monk. "Are you sure?" she asked her cousin who nodded certainly.

There was also a ring scar on his barren scalp, so he was a proper real monk. “D*mn, it turns out that you’re a monk! “So, you aren’t Seth Zamora either. Who the heck are you?” Alex was a little shocked as the plot was developing in ever stranger ways. After touching his big, shiny head, the monk flew into a rage, but he was a little surprised by Alex’s method. “How the heck did you know the ultimate move of that bald *ss, Ksitigarbha? What’s your relationship with that bald *ss?”

he dropped his hands and tried to get up. "On your knees!" Vini shouted, and I gestured for him to calm down. "Do you know who I am?" I asked. The man looked familiar, like I had seen him somewhere, although I couldn't place him. "Of course, I know who you are. You are Dominic Montego, the Don of the Montego empire." "And you are?" Clearly, the man knew all about me while I knew nothing about him. His knowledge of me had me curious. "I didn't know that my fame had reached far and wide." I looked around the deserted landscape.

They call him 'The King Of Beasts ' With the might of lightning and a single sway of his sword, he tore through space, defying time and gravity, with eyes glistening like the twelfth star. His presence commanded the forces aligned with the earth as everything fell under his command. The wind bellowed to his command, and the earth quaked at his arrival. Yes, The Lord Caesar Monsorrie was that being. The scent of the White water lily has always been his weakness ever since he grew to discover his sonship, but funnily enough, he is always drawn to it, unable to control the urge to always go crazy when it is in the same vicinity as him; it is similar to that of an addiction.

" the pretentious monk smiled. " Have you heard about the latest news in hell recently? " the bat guy asked. " What news are you talking about? it's been a long time since I set foot here, I'm always in the mortal world, gaining souls for Buddha. " the pretentious monk said. " Buddhist don't drink blood, what type of Buddhist are you... let's not digress from the main topic. there'll be a great tournament coming up in the next three months. " the bat guy said

It had a good spiritual vibe to it as Cassandra entered with all her belongings intact to her. She searches for a man on the scene, referring to the image Zayn sent her. "Guru Aadya." The said man lifts his head, his one eye opened. (People, please realise that I'm an Asian. Which Asian, I ain't telling lol) "What do you need, child? You seem troubled." The old monk says right off the bat. His intuition surprised her. She wanted to test him, but she doesn't want to ruin his image nor unleash his anger. He looked pious, but the worst type of anger is hidden in pious looking people somehow.

Said the old monk with a smile. He was short. His face was withered and was full of wrinkles. He looked a bit ugly, but there was a sacred aura around him. When other people heard his words, they were like the booming of large golden bells, stirring up countless people's thoughts. At this moment, countless people were reflecting, and there was confusion in their eyes.