Yes Man Book Novels & Stories

Charlotte insisted on doing it herself. “I thought you might like this one,” she said as she handed me the book. “It’s about a man who loses everything. Then…he tries to get it back together little by little.” I glanced at the cover. The title was dramatic. So I said, flatly, “Sounds dramatic.” She let out a short laugh. I never heard someone laugheed like this before. She looked so innocent and pure. Well, she was a budding she-wolf and perhaps still figuring out how the world works.

Gao Yu asked. “you are in your dream, Where else do you want to be?” the man answered. “who are you?” Gao yu asked. “who I am doesn’t matter, I got a delivery for you, everything you need to know will be made known to you after you opened the delivery,” the man said as a book flew from him to Gao Yu. “what is written in the book?” Gao Yu asked as the book landed on his palms. “I don’t know,” I only served as the delivery guy, good luck” the man on the chair disappeared with the chair as Gao Yu waked up.

I was really lucky. “Here you go." I smiled, turning back to the man. “Thanks…” My voice trailed off, my smile fading as I looked down at what sat in the man's hands. Brown cover, blank front–it was the book Gerald had given me and I sold to Stan. “What are you staring at?" the man asked, frustration etched in his voice. “Take your bloody food and get out." I remained still for a few seconds, disbelief written all over my face. “What in the actual fuck?" I whispered, slowly taking it from his hands.

Placing his nail less fingers in the bowl, filled with vinegar mixed with red chili powder and salt. Plea…. Ple.. Please… le… leave… me.. Me.. Ahhhhh…..ahhhh….pleas….please… He was crying and begging for mercy. But I showed no mercy towards this fucker who touched my innocent kitten with his whorish and dirty hands… I smirked at his condition….. Hey guys hope you are doing well and fine, how’s the update.. Hope u will like it and share your thoughts regarding this story.. Vote, share and comment.. Please guys comments me your view about his mania, so I could know what you guys thought about this book…

In truth, it was never a plan—only a desperate man’s last, flailing struggle. I calculated the days. Thayer’s deadline for repayment was approaching. During this forced isolation, my parents were undoubtedly frantic with worry. Yet this was the consequence of their own indulgence—it was nothing but poetic justice. Outside, the autumn wind tossed the leaves of the trees against the glass with a soft rustle. I locked the files into the safe and turned to look at the photo on the wall: Seraphina holding her elephant plushie. Her smile revealed tiny dimples, sunlight filtering through the soft strands of her hair, scattering delicate patches of light across her cheeks.

This guy was playing on an entirely new level compared to the men I’d dated. “I’m not a mermaid.” I tried to take the book back, but Golden Man’s grip was stronger than I’d anticipated. “Give that back.” “If you say please.” He smiled, his teeth white and straight and obnoxious. I scowled. “How about I promise not to hit you again and give you an actual concussion instead?” “Americans have a strange way of saying please.” Backed into a proverbial corner, I finally muttered please, very tempted to carry out my threat of hitting him a second time. Holding the book to my chest, I narrowed my eyes at the Golden Man.

I shook my head, "No, whatever you find out, tell me everything. I want results, and I want leads." Madman laughed, "Okay, interesting." After that, Madman rolled the book into a ball and used it to knock Big Man, who was doing push-ups underneath him, "Don't just listen to us, move, Bitch." Big Man said, "I'm not eavesdropping, I just forgot how many push-ups I've done." Madman sat firmly on Big Man's back and opened the book while saying, "Just did the 69th one, come on, 100 to finish."

He saw me stay silent and suddenly stretched out a hand before saying matter-of-factly, "Do you have any money? Give me 200 thousand dollars." 200 thousand dollars? He really thought I was his personal ATM. "Tommy, 200 thousand dollars? That's a huge amount. I don't have that kind of money. You know everything I have is with Mori." Mori was my wife's nickname. It made me nauseous to say her name now. My father-in-law launched into another round of insults after hearing my answers, calling me useless, a leech, someone who lived off a woman, and every nasty word he could think of.

He slammed the door and left. After that, he only grew bolder with Crystal while I drank the entire bottle of wine alone, as I threw both the lingerie and the wine into the trash. Now, this man who claimed he hated my advances was tangled up with Crystal in his office. Crystal jumped off the desk, shrugged on her coat, and flashed a proud, mocking smile. “Shouldn’t you still be at the church with that lunatic? Hehe… you really can’t stay away from Mr. Boyd, can you?”**

"Shame to waste such a thoughtful gift. My groom and I already have our rings. We're good." With everyone watching, I chucked the sapphire ring straight into the champagne tower. Ignoring the murmurs, I took a ring from the ring bearer and slid it onto my new groom's finger. Emmett Everhart—best man turned husband—was just as good-looking as Malcolm, maybe better. Broader, too. We hadn't talked much before, but something about him felt weirdly familiar. He raised an eyebrow, then quietly slid a ring onto my finger. The room exploded with gasps.