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THE MAN IN YELLOW

I took it and sipped it a little bit. My eyes landed on the book that he's holding. He's reading my book? I turned to him completely shocked for a few seconds and I turned my attention to my coffee again. "You said you love reading right?" He asked. "I'm an editor, how can I not read?" I hissed coldly. "I recommend you to read this book. I bet you will change your mind about your perspective of men." He said as he put my own book in front of me. "I'm not interested." I said.

I asked quietly, pushing my glasses further up my nose and trying to hide my embarrassment from getting caught reading erotica in the bookstore’s café. The man leaned back and crossed his arms over his chest, flexing his biceps through his navy-blue sweater. “Yes, you can actually. I see you here every day”—he snatched the book from my hand—“and you’re always reading the same smutty book.” My cheeks blazed with embarrassment that I couldn’t hide. He leaned his forearms onto the table. “It’s Friday night. Why don’t you take a break from reading, and we can make our own story back at my place?”

I have to go on a business trip for a week, so I get a cat-sitter to come over and feed my cat Muffin while I'm away. But on the second day, when I check the live footage from the living room surveillance camera, I see my fiancee, Kate Swanson's childhood friend Samuel Lambert enter the password for the front door and walk into the house. Then, he throws a grape into Muffin's bowl. Samuel Lambert raises an eyebrow in the direction of the surveillance camera. "Hey, Jonathan. Muffin is a smart one, isn't it? It's not touching the grape at all." Then, as I watch in horror, he unplugs the surveillance camera. I feel my heart sink, and I immediately ask the cat-sitter to head back over and ch

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"Then we’ll use the shadow to draw something else, Sara. A Banker who knows how to count can be the one who makes sure the grain lasts the winter. You don't need a suit to know how to share." The Stranger’s Entry The man on the stone stopped writing. He lifted the book, letting the morning wind catch the page to dry the fresh charcoal. He didn't have a title, and he didn't have a desk. He was simply the one who had agreed to hold the book while the rest of us learned how to speak. "The first entry is finished," he said, offering the leather-bound volume to me. I took the book, its cover rough and smelling of natural tannin. Xander leaned in over my shoulder, his breath warm against my neck a

At the marriage alliance banquet, Zachary Pendleton, the only son of General Alfred Pendleton, publicly declared that he had no interest in women. “I cannot enter such an alliance. Any young lady marrying me would be ruined by our union.” The hall lapsed into silence as all eyes turned to him at once. Still, Zachary stood there with an air of indifference, as though he saw nothing improper in his words. I studied him with curiosity and found my interest unexpectedly piqued.

he noted, tilting one up. "Gifts from people who clearly don't know me. The man is far too problematic for my taste." I shrugged. "But I have a rule against throwing away books." He studied the shelves a moment longer, taking in the beautiful, chaotic mess of my mind. "This is..." A low laugh, shaking his head. "To anyone else, this must look completely random." "Guilty." "It's so you, though," he said softly, sliding the biography back like it was made of glass. "Makes no sense to the world until you shed some light on it."

A strange male voice suddenly broke my concentration. I looked up and saw a man with dark brown hair and olive eyes standing in front of my desk. He must have been in his late 30s and very handsome. He wore a suit with a tie loosely around his neck. And he held a folder under his arm. He didn't smell like a wolf, or any other supernatural creature, so I assumed he was just a human who was curious about what I was reading. “Excuse me, I was passing by and read the title of the book you are reading,” he said, pointing to the book in my hands.

She jumped to reach it and almost slipped to fall, fortunately, there was a hand holding her back and thwarted her from falling. “Thank you!” Sonya smiled at the man who helped her to get the book. That man only smiled without saying any words and left her to another row of bookshelves. Sonya stared at the back of that man who was wearing a black shirt and an old pair of jeans. He was tall and had enigmatic eyes with a mysterious smile while he caught Sonya staring at him with his eyes. Sonya cleared her throat and turned her head away. She approached Frank’s desk to submit the book and borrow it. “Hey, you have fifteen minutes to accompany me having breakfast?” She whispered and turned her