Yes Man Book Novels & Stories

no-boyfriend-since-birth Heila, owns a flower shop. Every week for the past year, a handsome guy, Marion Devan has come in to order a dozen of red roses to be sent to his longtime girlfriend, Day. One time, another man comes in to send a dozen of red roses to the same woman. Now, Heila is left with a dilemma: tell it to Marion Devan, or let him find out on his own.A 24-year-old, no-boyfriend-since-birth Heila, owns a flower shop. Every week for the past year, a handsome guy, Marion Devan has come in to order a dozen of red roses to be sent to his longtime girlfriend, Day. One time, another man comes in to send a dozen of red roses to the same woman. Now, Heila is left with a dilemma: tell i

-I will fucking kill all of you someday. *** "That one," A well-dressed gentleman, in his mid fifty's pointed at the blue-eyed boy standing in the group. His buyer looked like a man one would meet in the rich district of London. Sauve and sophisticated. The man could even have a wife and children. However, his alter ego might have a lot of boys' skeletons in his closet.

She's looking for a new book to buy. "Sorry, miss. I didn't mean to-" "Look where you're going, dumbass! Damn poor people! No brains, no manners, and definitely no bath!" She said, insulting the guy. "Hey, that's enough. He said sorry already. You don't have to be rude." A woman passing by stopped in front of them and spoke for the guy. "Yeah, right. Keep walking. You're going to be late for your awful, low-paying job." Ava responded full of confidence.

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."

“Well then, let me leave you to get some more rest. We’d talk more tomorrow morning” Dan released Mane’s hand and stood up. However, as he was reaching for the door, Mane stopped him and asked for a favor. “Hold on Sir Dan. If it isn’t too much to ask, can I get a couple of books to occupy my time?” Mane pleaded. Seeing that Dan was looking at him strangely, he quickly delivered an explanation for his actions. “I think that reading about world history and other things about magical beasts may help me remember something”

"It's not here." "Neither is it here." Lu said, handing the book to her. "Where'd you find it?" She researched the book, hoping to see anything connected to Payne. "Just there." Lu pointed to the far end of the room. Melinda moved quickly. "Hello ladies." A man in cowboy boots and hats appeared at the door. He removed the fat tobacco from his thin lips as he watched the ladies reach for their behind to claim whatever was kept there. "Americans." He chuckled. His lips spread into a fine thin line.

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

"What's to understand. A man humbles a woman, he takes care of that woman, in all ways, so now you're driving the Merc instead of that piece of shit truck. I'll have one of the guys bring it out here from the house by knock off time." "But what if I scratch it..." "So the fuck what, it's a car, just make sure you don't get scratched up... Forget about the ride. Where's that book of yours?" My face heated up, he has got to be kidding. "You can't read my book." "Don't want to. We do this we're doing it my way, and I don't want someone else's guidelines in your head, so hand it over." I dug in my bag and gave him the book with a little huff.