Yes Man Book Novels & Stories

I opened the door—but didn’t step aside. He looked exhausted. Tie loosened. Jacket wrinkled. The man who never lost control looked like he’d been holding himself together with thread. “You shouldn’t be here,” I said. “I know,” he replied. “But you disappeared.” “I told you I needed space.” “You resigned from everything,” he said. “That’s not space. That’s exile.” I let out a slow breath. “It was survival.” He nodded slowly. “Then let me help you survive.” “No,” I said quietly.

He was a strange, mysterious man. Soon, dinner was ready. But when she looked at the food, there was a trace of embarrassment on her face. She'd only made enough for her and her daughter. Still, she said to the little girl, "Go invite him to come eat." The girl walked over and was instantly distracted by the book in Joseph's hands. She tried to get a better look, but she realized she couldn't understand a single word. So, she asked, "What's that book about?" Joseph replied, "It's a book that teaches people how to perform surgery. To put it simply, it's a book about cutting people open."

He watched as she turned around a seductive smile on her face. "I've been waiting for round two, way too long." The beautiful woman whispered her voice low and sexy, she wanted the man. Maybe it had to do with the fact that she couldn't stop thinking about how good he had made her feel that night or the fact that she was just horny but she will not stop until she got what she wanted. And she always got what she wanted.

That made no sense to me, yet I felt that there was truth to her statement. I was deep in thought when the sound of a man clearing his throat brought me back to reality. My breath caught in my chest as my eyes climbed the tall, well-built figure of a man until they reached the smiling face of the very handsome Caleb Smythe. I found myself immediately comparing his good looking, all-American-boy-next-door- let-me-model-your-Armani-suit-for-GQ look to that of Noah’s rugged, sexy bad-boy-I’ll-sport-your-Calvin-Klein-jeans-for-the-camera-while-bare-chested-and-wearing-an-open-leather-jacket look. It was just my luck that I preferred the bad boy look.

Then, the few men behind me started to laugh while one of them spoke to me in broken English, “Hey, I heard that merman like your body.” I was surprised. I quickly smacked away the hand placed on my butt and looked at the man in disdain. He had a strong build and tan skin. The muscles on his arm were large and solid. He also had a full coat of chest hair. In my eyes, he looked as repulsive as a gorilla. I stared at him in disgust before I said, “What did you say? I can’t understand your crappy English.”

"Though, I suppose it was my fault for getting a little too comfortable. Anyway, is there something you're supposed to tell me?" The man spat a glob of blood onto the concrete near Zandrei's polished shoes. "You think you're powerful," he rasped, his voice a hoarse croak. "You’re just a street gangster." He scoffed, like a wet, gurgling sound. A flicker of surprise crossed Zandrei's face, quickly replaced by a look of dark, intrigued amusement. "Oh. So you do speak," he purred with a genuine smile finally gracing his lips. It was not a smile of warmth, but of a predator who had just been presented with a delightful challenge.

And toward choice. That’s when I feel someone watching us from the other side of the road. Not the cars. Not the men who want control the car. But someone else. “Liam,” I said in a low voice. “Don’t react.” He doesn’t. His grip tightens just enough to tell me he heard. A man steps out from behind a closed bookstore. He’s older. Late fifties, maybe. Grey hair cut short. His coat is worn at the elbows like he’s had it for years. His hands are empty and visible. He looks so… tired.

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.

Twenty-five men. Twenty-five stories. One thing they all have in common is desire. Some men fall for the person they were never supposed to want. A forbidden crush on a straight boss. A brother's best friend who was always off-limits. A divorce lawyer who becomes far more than a professional. A bodyguard who gets dangerously close to his client. A fake boyfriend who doesn't stay fake for long. A retired adult-film star determined to leave his past behind, until someone recognizes the man he used to be. There are also rivals who can't stand each other, roommates who discover an attraction they never expected, supposedly straight married men whose lives are turned upside

Only his friends know about his womanizing ways) Here in New York nandu and Ayesha board flight.. Malhothra empire: Manik is making out with his so called new slut after his tiring day.. There is one secret room behind Manik's bookshelf in Manik's cabin where he brings his new sluts..He is enjoying his make out session still planning for his revenge for the injustice happened to him unaware of the storm entering his life who is not only going to mess up his plans and revenge but also going to change him to a good human which he was eight years back..