This Man Series Books Novels & Stories

I called, my voice trailing off as I watched him disappear down the hallway, heading to the hall where the party was still ongoing. I chewed on my lower lips, plunging my fingers into my styled raven dark hair. What was Dad discussing with a dangerous man like Vincenzo? Yes. I knew absolutely nothing about that man who sent shivers slashing down my spine, but I could tell he wasn’t a good person. I could feel it deep in my guts. Reaching out to my purse, I grabbed my phone and turned it on, typing against the keyboard as I searched for the name ‘Vincenzo.’

He said and continued to go inside, but I doubt it. "Yo, fucke… oh fukekoy… oh there's a kid," a man greeted us, wearing a bonnet. "How are you, Carlos? Doing good?" "Of course, this one’s strong!" "Good to hear that, where are they? Why are you here, you were made a bodyguard." The man scratched his head. "That’s right, my butt has been getting hot from sitting here waiting for the guests, where are your gifts? You should have some." He said.

A male voice filled the car, his accent New York and not Italian. “I have her.” As if to prove his point he rubbed my hand against him. “How’s the old man?” There was a pause. A long one before the man spoke again. “Alive, just about.” There was laughter in his voice. Which was strange. Men were always respectful of the families they worked for and loyal to the big bosses. At least that’s how it worked in my family, but it didn’t sound like that was the case here. “What does he want me to do with the girl?”

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Mira My mouth fell open, and I couldn’t even hide my surprise. This man was gorgeous. I had seen good looking men before, but he was on an entirely different level. “Mira, meet my dad,” Anna repeated, snapping me out of my completely inappropriate thoughts about all the ways I could gladly devour this man. Anna and I met at a bookstore last month. We clicked instantly and became close fast. Since then, she had been begging me to come over to her house, and now here I was, standing in front of the most breathtaking man I had ever laid eyes on.

STRINGS SERIES BOOK 1 STRINGS OF HEART Synopsis: Sian was born an autistic child. In her world, she would only see what she wanted. Although she was an autistic patient, she was born in an affectionate family. Her parents did not abandon her because of her congenital defect. Instead, they spent innumerable time and energy to patiently guide her, and strove to allow her to live life like a normal person. Sian was 5 years old, she was found to have an excellent talent in playing the Violin and had a rare interest in it.

She didn't waste any second and pushed this unknown man away and ran towards the bedroom door. The man on the bed got up even faster than her and ran behind. While Elysia has fell down after colliding with the table. She couldn't see a thing in this darkness but her instincts were warning her of what is coming next. The man laughed so loud that her breaths almost stopped. He looked at her in the darkness with squinted eyes as she got up from the floor. The thunder and lightning outside was lighting up the room. Elysia got a glimpse of his features. He was average in height maybe 5.6, little muscular, dangerous and deadly but old enough to be her Dad. Those eyes were so scary that I felt her

He collapsed on the sand, convulsing, the stench of urine carried far on the wind. The party crowd that had gathered to watch earlier stood rigidly, not daring to breathe. They finally understood something. The man they had laughed at as a kept husband was the head of the Thornes, someone they weren't even qualified to approach! I held Luke close and spoke gently. "Luke, don't be scared. I'm here. No one will ever bully you again. I promise." Luke clung to my neck and nodded hard, letting out a small, muffled sound.

I tucked her into bed and said gently, "Tomorrow, you'll go to your new school and make new friends. Let's leave all the unhappy things behind us, okay?" Yvette nodded. That night, I lay down beside her. We'd both had a long, exhausting day. Soon, we drifted off to sleep. After dropping Yvette off at school the next morning, I headed to report in at my new company. On the way, I happened to scroll past a new post from Susan on Instagram. It was a photo of Harold and Jacob. In the picture, Harold was listening intently to a doctor in a white coat, while Jacob sat obediently beside him.

"I'm sorry. Usually, people who come to my parties are used to the supernatural or are part of it, that they're not so easily influenced. Had I known Rakesh was dragging you with him..." I shook my head as I took the medicine. "Don't worry about it, I should have worn the choker as Rakesh told me too, this is my own fault, even if it is fun to blame him and wind him up, it really was my own foolishness," I offered up with a small smile to the man. He nodded slowly at me. The man sat beside me on the couch, he seemed to me watching me intently and with a worried look. Something was clearly on his mind. Finally, after an awkward silence, he spoke, "do you know who I am?"