This Man Book Novels & Stories

He handed the books he had chosen to the young worker and stuffed his hands in the pocket of his hoodie. "'The SAS Survival Handbook?' and '2020 Standard Catalog of Firearms'?..." The worker raised her brows at the young man in front of her, the corner of her lips twitching unconsciously, as she used this opportunity to look at his handsome face. "Your taste is still as random as always." This guy would either wander around the bookstore just looking around, or buy the most random craziest books ever. She remembers the first time she saw him buying books here, the titles of those being "Demons: The Devil, Possession & Exorcism" and "Poisonous Plants". The poor girl wasn't sure if this guy wa

He asked me and again, I swallowed hard as I tried to think of the best thing to say. “Well…it’s not a normal kind of book. You might find it weird and I don’t really know what you might think of me”, I said calmly, and the old man started laughing. “Well…inasmuch as I don’t like boasting, the truth now is that I might be the only one who knows every single book and where you can get it from”, he explained. After a while of pondering, I concluded that it won’t be best to let him know that we were four brothers mated a girl.

The more he read the passages, the more he sensed the goodwill of the author towards the natives. The man who entered the book shop stopped by Lin and reached out for the thick book on the second row of the book shelf, but after a few minutes, the man put it back on the shelf. That time, Lin heard the man asking, “Do you have the book by Fielding Hall?” Lin noticed that the man was in his mid forty, wearing thick rimmed glasses, with curly hair. The man wore a short sleeve blue shirt and a pair of jean pants. The man was also carrying a thick book under one’s arm. It seemed like that the man was a bookworm.

He holds my eyes in a challenge and I'm too defiant to look away. "You are welcome to sit. No one in this house cares about the smoke." He says and takes another puff. Without a word I walk over to the chair opposite him and sit. I light my cigarette and inhale deeply before blowing out a puff of smoke. I look at the book the man is currently reading. Magician. The bold white words stand out against the stark black on the spine. The man could sense my star and peered over the top in amusement and… anticipation? Almost expectantly. "Have you read it?" He asks, mocking humor in his voice.

I mutter, looking at my foot, which was hit by some sort of book. I lift my foot and give it a light massage with my hands before picking up the book. As I read its title, "FAREWELL TO HUMANITY," I remember the events: mountain, rock, handsome man, fainting, handsome man, book, handsome man... Yeah, lots of events. I'm not doing well; I barely left home and I've already gotten myself into trouble, cursed mountain. Still lost in recent events, I run my finger over the couple on the book's cover, and for some reason, Deniel's image comes to mind, causing a small (very small) smile to form on my lips. He's so handsome and masculine.

He has his own book: CAGED-A DARK BILLIONAIRE CAPTIVE ROMANCE, (completed). A. Gupta

the man said to the professor. "I obey your will master," the professor acquiesced. "Take this book as well," the man said smiling at the professor. "What is this book for, master?" the professor queried. It was a thick book with golden engravings on it that shines and changes at random, as if enchanted. It's a magical book, thought the professor. "It's a book on how to become an immortal. Spread that among my followers. Do not fail me, slave," the man said gravely. "As you wish master!" the professor's hand was trembling as he held the book on his hands.

“It’s a place where darkness lives. If the moon goddess can’t keep them from tormenting our kind, then sage isn’t going to do anything.” I said nothing more as I flipped through the pages of the book. As I flipped a page, I came across a large image of a man. He looked intimidating and fierce; he had long, jet-black hair, and eyes that were dark with ringlets of gold around his pupils. He had markings, like tattoos, along his bare chest that expanded across his shoulder and down his arms. His skin was flawless and yet so pale, reminding me of a porcelain doll. “Who is this man?” I asked, unable to look away from the image. Something about him gave me an unsettling vibe.

A tall figure emerged through the darkness. He wore a long gray coat covered with faded ink stains. His hair was silver. His face looked calm. Ordinary. Yet something about him felt deeply unsettling. Around his neck hung dozens of broken keys tied together with a black thread. He smiled as if greeting old friends. "So..." "The White Book finally found its way back." His eyes rested on Adrian. "You've changed." Adrian tightened his grip on the pen. "Do I know you?" The man laughed quietly. "You did." "Before you chose to forget."

He is cold, calculative, and indifferent in front of other people. Kyle chimed in, his expression more serious as he voiced his concerns. He rested his head on his palm. "Sherly, this is serious," he said, his tone earnest. He really needs to see who that man is. "We need to know who this man is and what he's involved in. We need to make sure he's worthy of you."