This Man Book Novels & Stories

"I wanted to have a normal life." George chuckled. "Normal life? With your bloody and dirty hands, you think you can act normal with normal people? What a funny delusion you have." He stood up and added a few more thousand dollars to the man's account. "However, this information helps me. I will reward you for that," he added. The man's eyes widened, but he trembled in relief, and George could see it. Thus, he did not pry about it anymore. His expression darkened, a mixture of concern and apprehension clouding his features as he processed the information.

Reaching out to my purse, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, typing against the keyboard as I searched for the name ‘Vincenzo. As expected, thousands of people showed up on the screen with the same name. But among all, a tall huge man who looked exactly like the said Vincenzo who came over and shook my Dad to the core, caught my attention. My fingers hovered over the screen and I pressed the information related to him. Slowly, I read through the information and with every line of words about him, my heart began to hammer loudly in my chest and my eyes pooped widely with every sentence and words I read.

I exclaimed, stepping back instinctively. The man laughed, a warm, easy sound that immediately made me relax. “Hey, it’s okay. You really don’t need to apologize.” I looked up—and froze slightly. He was young, probably in his mid-twenties, with messy blonde hair that fell in soft waves over his forehead. His eyes were a clear, bright blue, and when he smiled, they crinkled at the corners in a way that made him seem friendly, open, and—unintentionally—charming. He wasn’t intimidating or overbearing. He just looked… approachable, kind, effortless. Handsome without trying.

No framed photographs of glamorous ex-girlfriends. No pictures from yacht parties in Monaco. No evidence whatsoever that women had ever come and gone through his life in the way gossip magazines claimed. It felt... Strange. I drifted toward a bookshelf against the far wall, running my fingers across leather-bound volumes on architecture, business, history, and urban development. The man apparently read books about city planning for fun. That tracked. Then something caught my eye. A single framed photograph sat tucked between two large books, almost hidden from immediate view. I carefully pulled it free.

Surprised look, "No, I'm not. A lot of people say that when I tell them I'm not into sports. I like sports, the strategy and stuff. But not all the drama about the teams." "So, what are you into?" He reaches into his bag and my world changes. A book. The man reads. And more. It's the third book in the current bestselling sword and fantasy series. He holds the book half our of the bag like it smells bad. "This right now." My pulse quickens. Suddenly, Travis, the dweeb became a much more promising project. "You read fantasy?" He's checking my face, waiting for the mocking. "Yes." I take the book from his hand.

The author of the book he was looking at must have been a busy man throughout his career and the entries he had apparently written were joined together in no chronologically order, one by one, they all told stories of different civilization that had been buried during mankind's quest for power. As Ifenna stared at the book again, feeling confused and tired, another disheartening thought occurred to him. It was one of the pages of the book that had been written with the title of a man who shared the surname with a woman he met about two years ago. The title of the page he was looking at was written in bold capital letters. JAMES BLACKWHEEL

He has two adorable dimples that puncture your heart every time he sends you a little smile. You're a sucker for a man with dimples. It's been a couple of minutes since he's appeared and the room had been filled with the constant flick of a page. Lionell didn't appear with a pointy hat and a magical stick but he did come with a book. "She's not a vampire. Obviously." The handsome man says, swiping through an old leathered book that's the size of his chest. Which is quite a size by the way. Something like that should belong at a history museum. "She's human."

This was supposed to be the first thing to do before I spent off my day , and surprisingly my money was unbelievably enough to make a good order tomorrow. I slapped mysel, I jumped screaming which woke up my wife and I pretended to be making a prayer so that she won't ask a lot of questions. I was so happy and excited, I quickly forgot about my preassumed loss. I then started to focus on my business. I got to the small table in my room to have a look into my pastor's book I had been given as a parting gift when he left us for South African branch, though he was selling them he offered it to me free of charge. Although it was given for free I struggled with laziness to open it. The title of t

Xermia recognized the cover of the book and he whispered to Thomas and Sigrid. “Are you seeing what I am seeing?” “What is it?” “If I am not mistaken that is the Covenant book!” Thomas interrupted the man’s page flipping, “I know that book! Where did you get it?” “Oh this book, I got it from a far away place called shut up and mind your business!” The man’s arrogance was getting to Thomas, he was an insult away from a complete breakdown. “Oh here we go! Sorry to keep you waiting.” His index finger surfed across the page as he mumbled the words written. He looked up at the ceiling, repeatedly reciting the incarnation in order to cram it.

" I was told by the staff he'd be here. This is his study, or am I wrong?" "No, you're at the right place. He just went out." Oliver put the book back and wiped his hands in his pants. He gestured at the shelf. "The Lord asked me to deliver something to him." "From the library?" "I...” The man was standing there, expectant and Oliver said. “All right, you caught me." He lifted his hands in surrender. "I was checking the books. He has an amazing collection." The man's eyes searched the spines of the books "Oh, yes. Yes, he does indeed. I see it even contains Dickens! And it was only published last month. "