Think Like A Man Novel Novels & Stories

"Or else..? Are you threatening me now? - my sing-song voice doesn't match the storm inside me. What the hell is wrong with me? I see him visibly shuddering, he closes his eyes, and the muscles in his shirt are straining. Somehow my brain stops working, and my only thought is that how this man in front of me is the epitome of an Alpha male. I'm sucking in a breath from the sight before me and suddenly I remember how those female protagonists must feel whom I read so much about. Maybe they felt the same way I feel right now. He's perfect, the muscles are thick, his face is firm, and I can even sense his dominating aura, although I'm sure the man in front of me is a mere human.

A place like that where women take off their clothes for a living is bound to put ideas in peopleÕs heads. Grown men sitting there day in and day out salivating over the naked flesh of women they could only dream of if they didnÕt have the few dollars it took to stuff down their drawersÉ Old man Stone shook his head to get rid of his thoughts. The older he got the more he found his mind wandering from one mundane thing to the next without pause.

Every girl deserves a man who can keep her as his lady, respects her with all his heart and let her live the way she wants. Among all cliches, you guys chose my book and tried someone different. That means a lot to me. See you all in my next book where you'll witness the story of a man who is determined not to give to the fantasy.

“Very good. The woman at the store did a great job. - How many people? How many books have you sold? “I'll e-mail you later. Now, there's an idea I want to evaluate with you. "To Scorched Land?" - No. A different kind of book. I met a woman on the plane from Sydney and... "You want to write a sex manual," Alex teased. "That would sell like bread." hot, coming from one of the top ten sexiest bachelors in Oz. He laughed. Yep, he and Tezzie could definitely write a sex manual.

“When a strange man and a strange woman get together, they have their own intentions. He wants my money, and I want him. We’ve made our intentions crystal clear, so there won’t be any cheating with feelings.” Serenity choked on air, then could only say, “You sure are being crystal clear!” Ruth washed away the bubbles from her body and slowly put on a camisole nightgown. “Besides, a man is like a book. It’s interesting only if you take your time to read it, no?” Serenity clicked her tongue. “You’re just an innocent girl who’s never even touched a man’s hand. Why are you pretending to be a sl*t? So, what have you got from reading him?”

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

RHYS' POV "Give your mindset a change, then we'll talk." I was in my room, a girl I just fucked passed out on my bed. A glass of wine in my hand as it swirls to the edges while the moonlit shine shimmers across the edges. I can't see above the railing, because the empty sky makes me remember the words of hers again and again. Give my mindset a change...? I've been retrospecting. I've been a bad man, a pugilist maniac who believed women were pawns in a man's life.

The skinny man opened a gap in his clothes and showed it to Caspian, but he quickly covered it again. In that instant, Caspian saw no less than fifty pockets sewn into the man's clothes. Each pocket contained a picture book. Caspian never encountered such a thing before, so he was dumbfounded. Seeing his stupefied expression, the skinny man thought that Caspian was not interested in the picture books, so he pondered for a while and inched closer to Caspian again. "Master, if you don't like picture books, then what about novels? I have many novels of various themes that will surely satisfy you."

Max found no courage to finding out. Suddenly, he felt anticipated about her opinions. What if she doesn't like his seductive words? Or his sharp tounge? Or his sarcastic side? Max's can't help but take a glance back to the book and open the last page in order to know the man who wrote this sinful book. Instead, of a middle-aged filthy man who use thick glasses, he found the portrait of a young handsome man. Even for Max, this author look like a kind man with good manner. He must be popular with the woman, he thought.

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.