This Man Book Novels & Stories

My back aches, but I could spare a second to bow down to the elderly man. "How may I help you?" I asked him. He dug his hand inside the bag he carried. I wanted to run, but I know he won't be that foolish to kill me right in a public place. "Take." He gestured his hands forward with the book in his hand. "What is this?" I asked him, collecting the book from his hand. "It is a popular book that no one knows." He said. "What should I do with it?" I asked.

She looked the man over and thought the title of the janitor befitting of him compared to his present position. Looking from Eva to Camelia, the man saw that Eva was serious. He sucked up his laughter and took down some notes. After a couple of minutes, he redirected the duo to another agent. The man, Jacob Books was tall and handsome. He had a disarming smile and he was blonde. He gave off the vibe of someone who knew exactly what he was doing. He also seemed like someone humorous and yet serious. Eva found herself lost in his eyes the instant they were introduced.

the man said as he came close to Hayden. With a deep bow, the man extended what seemed to be a hardcover book to Hayden. Hayden reached out for it and thanked the man. Without another word, the man bowed once more and turned on his heels before walking back the way that he had came from. I cocked my head to the side in wonder at what had just happened. Did Hayden order a book to be delivered? I could tell from the image on the cover that it was a book regarding artworks. --To be continued…

And he had a long nose that looked like a cursive L – L. “Sal Maan Roos Dee. He is a big writer. One of the biggest of all times. This man, see,” revealed my brother, showing the back cover of the book he had in his hands. The passport size photograph of the man on the back cover was exactly like the man I saw in my visions. I AM NOT KIDDING! I mean it! The front cover read: “An Extraordinary Novel” – The New York Review of Books ________________________________________________ MIDNIGHT’S CHILDREN

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.

Months later, and it still ached whenever the weather changed or someone hit it hard enough. "God, I'm so sorry." A deep voice cut through the ringing in my ears. "I wasn't watching where I was..." I pressed a hand against my ribs, wincing. "It's fi..." The rest of the sentence disappeared. The man kneeling in front of me was unfairly handsome. He was tall enough that he'd had to duck instinctively as he crouched to pick the fallen books. He had dark, slightly messy hair as though he'd run a hand through it too many times today. His broad shoulders and strong hands gathered the textbooks with surprising care.

“Although the concept of the mobile phone didn't come immediately. It was a revolution of the telephone, people looked for easier ways to do things, manage resources and make life easier for people and I do believe in you guys to be the next Albert Einstein or Thomas Eddison” Everyone would chuckle at that and he would continue. “So never ever limit yourself to this book. Be creative and explore different options, don't let anything limit you, okay? Now let's get back to work.” Then he would start teaching. That is one of the things I love about him. People here should know that about him, you aren't robots that do whatever you are told to do and as it is, be creative, create your world and

"I like how direct and to the point you are. It is great working with you." Malden, on the other side, was losing his patients. " What do you want?" He repeated his question. He was already trying his best to remain calm, just to make sure that his Sunna was safe now. But this man kept pissing him off. Why couldn't he just say whatever that he wanted? "The book!" The man said calmly. "That is what I want Mr Delmar..." And Malden froze in place. No wonder! No wonder his study looked like that. He must have been looking for the book.

Carter asks with a smile on his lips, and I shake my head, fighting the smile that is on my lips. “Nothing. Can I use these?” I ask as I point to the books and he nods his head with a smile as he begins to type away on his laptop. I grab a few books and take them to the desk when the door opens, and a man walks in. He is tall, athletic with blonde hair and brown eyes. He has glasses on and is handsome. Not otherworldly like the shifters or the gods, he is decent looking for a human. I look back down and open the book.

"Might be my key. Sorry, I guess you were concentrating too hard on cooking." "It's so hot in here. Should I fan you?" He sounded calm, but I could see his neck flushing crimson, and I pouted. "Oh, you're so kind, Mr. Lopez. But it's alright—I'll be done soon." Over ten minutes later, a full course meal was waiting on the table, and Zac started wolfing it down. Soon, he was sweating all over from the stimulating diet, his eyes unfocused. I stood up and brought out a bottle of beer. "Would you like some? It's a special brew made by my brother-in-law. It's really good for your body."