Think Like A Man Novel Novels & Stories

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

I’m not sure how far my fear will take me at this point. "Are you sure you didn’t like what I did, or maybe you're looking for my touch, because no one can make you feel that way, because I am the first man you got laid of—" "You're terrible man, you think everything can be solved by a sexual encounter?" "All woman want that, and most of the woman is dying, just to be in your place!" I can't believe that this man has this kind of attitude.

Hell yes, we are. This book is your permission slip to stop overthinking. Forget logic. Forget consequences. Forget whether the logistics of that position actually make sense on a moving motorcycle. (Spoiler: they don’t. But we’re doing it anyway.) Let go. These novellas are built for pleasure. Yours. Whether you’re here for the slow burn or the instant heat, the enemies-to-lovers bickering or the sweet surrender, there’s something inside these pages to curl your toes and leave your pulse a little faster than it was before.

“It was you, and your novels instill high standards when it comes to the man my girlfriend should love. And that is the main reason why we ended falling apart. The men in your novels are the reason! Do only people like them have the right to love and be loved? What about simple men like me? How are we, huh? Do we have no right to be happy? Do we have no right to love and be loved? Huh? Tell me? How about us?” Shean was startled by the furious man. The giant testosterone was definitely furious. And at the same time, she wants to raise an eyebrow. What does this simple man say? Nah! Just by seeing him and she knew he is so perfect being a hero in her novels.

The room went silent for a second, it seemed that they were contemplating what the woman had just told them, what if the man was really the `famous Mr Jonas known for his ruthless business dealings, being the youngest billionaire in the whole country. The man who refuses to appear on media and nobody has ever seen only rumours are being spread about. Some thought that he was an ugly duckling and was afraid to show his face and that would explain the reason for his singleness as that also had never been published before and the few that work for him and were based on the same level as his office thought that he was gay because apart from the time that Nelly went there they have never seen a w

Anything is safer than this. My eyes roam over the naked man in bed, fast asleep and on his back. His prominent stomach muscles show through his skin and his broad chest rises and falls as he breathes. One hand is on his dick and the other hand is behind his head. Uneasiness fills me, not because I’m afraid of what he will do to me. More because I’m afraid I will like it. He is unlike any man I have ever known. Hardened, rough, sexual. He makes other men I have been with seem like little boys.

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

Because in fact, even if she tried to understand, she couldn’t understand. The man restored his original appearance. stand up and go upstairs. The other two slept as if they were clinically dead, not knowing anything around. The pose hasn't changed at all since the beginning. The backpack is placed under the foot, next to the wall. No one has the slightest precaution, everyone is a good person who believes in them. What to say about the deep mind. Surely he was thinking too much. A person can be kneaded, rolled, and mastered many skills.

I coughed softly, “No… Nonsense. Not every girl…” “What do you think of my figure?” Before I could finish my sentence, he added, “The heroine was attracted by the man. My figure is much better than his.” I blinked my eyes, “What… what are you talking about?” “Don’t you remember? Do you want to touch it?” He pulled my uninjured hand and towards his chest. I hurriedly reached my hand and said, “Well, I don’t want to listen to this novel. It’s rubbish.” He smiled, “I think its quite a good book.”

With this, I knew nothing would ever be normal between this man and me. Humanity lies on your shoulders. Common sense tried to drag me out, but my carnal man was starved and wanted to get everything this dangerous man would offer. Finally, some actions. What do you all think?