Think Like Man 3 Novels & Stories

He strokes it gently. “Huh?” “She’s pissed and we won't have a smooth ride till you say sorry” He folded his hands up looking at me expectantly. He doesn't really expect me to speak to that inanimate object like a crazy person does he? But with the way he was still staring I think he actually does. Maybe I should have just followed Maverick and Riley. That would be better than whatever situation this is. “I don't think that's even safe…maybe we should book a ride. A four wheeled one to be precise…”

"Chloe is infected. So is Mrs. Carson. I don't know how many others are. We can't let them know we know, not until we figure out what we're dealing with." She stood and walked to the window, pretending to adjust the curtains. "From now on, we're allies. But remember, in front of anyone else, we act normal. If they find out, we're dead." I nodded, feeling a sliver of hope for the first time. I wasn't alone in this. But a new, terrifying thought crept in. We knew about Mrs. Carson and Chloe. But who else? A wave of despair washed over me. In this manor, anyone could be the enemy. How could we possibly figure out who was still human and who was now a puppet for those horrifying parasites?

*** When I woke up, Johan was sitting on the edge of the bed, shirtless and smoking. He heard me move and looked back. A check landed on the bed in front of me. I stared at it. He only said a few words. "I'm bored with you." Something inside me cracked. Like porcelain shattering, sharp pieces cut across my heart. Still, my voice came out calm. I even smiled. "I've got less than three months left. Couldn't you wait a little longer?" Johan frowned. "Yara Yelton, you should know your place."

He holds a similar energy just like his father's but I refuse to be intimidated by him. "I don't want to have anything to do with you, clearly you're nothing like the girls I like. You're simply not my type". he smirks as his grey eyes scan me, more like checking me out. Oh I definitely know how to deal with cocky jerks like you! "The feeling is mutual Mr..." I try to remember his name "Nathan" he completes "Nathan" I repeat. You can't be my type, you're too old for me, what are you like, 30?"

the merman named Caspian Shore shouted in refutation, lunging to snatch Victoria from his grasp. Mother stood there, dumbfounded. She was unable to figure out how things had turned out this way. Victoria was already weak from lack of proper sustenance and had now completely lost her ability to think clearly. All three beastmen glared menacingly, demanding she give them an answer, but anything she said now would be wrong. In her panic, Victoria said hastily, "I only considered you friends." "Friends?" All three beastmen's expressions changed. "Didn't you say before that you'd only ever have feelings for me in this lifetime?"

The hallway felt too narrow as I moved through it, my mind replaying every moment with Rowan — the way he had hidden, the way he had taken the suppressants in secret, the way he had let us touch him while keeping such a big part of himself locked away. As I turned the corner, Manuel — Dante’s favorite toy — walked past me. He was moving strangely, his steps hurried and his eyes darting around like he was nervous. Something about his behavior set off every instinct I had. I reached out, grabbed him by the front of his shirt, and slammed him against the wall hard enough to make him gasp. “What is going on?” I demanded, my voice low and deadly. “Why are you moving like that? What do you know?”

Nobody had cared about me. To this day, the incident haunted me. I thought I was about to die on my third day without sustenance when my eldest brother, Gary, had descended from the heavens and set me free. Though he hadn't expressed any concern toward me, he was still the kindest among my brothers. I supposed he'd already heard about what I'd said earlier that morning. When I didn't respond, Carl probably thought his threat had scared me. He leaned close and said, "You know what I'm capable of. It's easy enough for me to make a person disappear without a trace."

Everything in our home revolved around her, as if she owned the house. Recalling my bitter past, I wanted to slap myself. Why didn't I just walk away when I still had the chance? Andrew slammed on the accelerator. As if something had just occurred to him, he frowned and muttered, "Well played, Jovana. No wonder I haven't heard from you in three years—you've been out there messing around with some other man." Watching him clench his jaw in anger, I wanted to slap him across the face. A blind, heartless scum like him had no right to accuse me!

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 froze, then stepped back, mumbling an apology. "I'm sorry, I must be in the wrong place." As I turned to leave, a voice stopped me. "You're... You're Selena Hudson, right?" The man approached with a friendly smile and continued, "I'm Liam Rogers, Wren's brother. She made me promise to look after you." I did a double-take. That could not be Liam, the once chubby big brother who tagged along with Wren and I on candy runs. He had become towering and strikingly handsome, almost unrecognizable.