Younger Man Book Novels & Stories

"Hey, what book is this?" The man who was focusing with the microscope lens finally lifted his face, "Isn't there a title there?" "Yeah I know, but about what? I've never heard of Aima before. Is this a book about sexuality? A porn book?" asked Gail happily. This man rolled his eyes, "Seriously, if you are looking for a book like that you can find it at Night Flowers," he said. "Then?" The old man straightened his stiff body then pushed his wheelchair and turned to face Gail. "This is a book about a lost history," he said.

But he couldn’t save the books, hence, all the books got the turf from the paddle of mud water on the road brought in by the rain earlier. “What the hell?” the young man hissed. The young man soon picked up all the books and to his anguish, most of the novels got wet. He sighed as he picked everything. “You should have looked where you were going,” the man said indifferently. With knitted brows, the youngster glared at the man in front of him. The man’s apparel shouts extravagance and everything about him stands out. Realizing that he wouldn’t win against the man, the youngster just passed through, ignoring the man as if nothing happened.

I was sure it couldn't be a room because their house was large as well. He came back out with two duvets and a pillow. “You should have tried making friends with us as well. Many of the young people today don't understand that they would get old too and life can be very lonely in old age.” The man seemed to be a person who loved to say his thoughts. “I will surely stop by whenever I get the chance to from now onwards,” I said and I meant it because he seemed like a very nice and wise man. He had a lot of books in his library and the reason why he had not slept before I knocked was because he was reading.

Ch-1 --------------------- [A naïve son tries to help his father get a reluctant mom to expand their tiny family. He makes several mistakes; thank heaven for mistakes.] * Never in the history of the world was there a better little boy than me. Well behaved, devout, celibate before marriage, it was truly an admirable litany. That all changed after I turned 18, but it wasn't my fault...really.

Crazy, isn't it? But I know why these books are pretty expensive. It's not just some normal book you can buy in bookstores worldwide. These are rare books you can only find in this shop. Some were ancient. The old grumpy man, Fernando, said, “It's a book about the annual coming of age.” My brows furrowed. “Coming of age? What's that?”

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

Just as I was about to take my seat…something caught my attention. A thick black book. Older than the rest. Worn on the edges. Tucked in the back of the top right shelf. And sticking out of it…a photo. I paused. Then gently, I pulled it out, dusted it, and opened the book. The first photo made my heart thump. A young Luca, maybe ten years old. Standing beside a tall man in a tuxedo. Proud. Looked familiar. Too familiar. The man had a bold, upward-tilted moustache,brown and thick, almost like it smiled on its own.

AVA’S POV It made me wonder if this man ever smiles or had a reason to in his life. “I live with a man who had businesses with dangerous underworld bosses and you expect me not to know how to curse?” A dry chuckle rumbled out of my chest. I was seriously out of my mind. After everything that has happened, it wouldn’t be normal if I didn’t lose my mind. “You’re too innocent to curse..” Vincenzo walked past his brother and me, heading to the entrance door, his phone in his left hand.

"We've barely been here twenty minutes." The older man scoffed. "Alright, but must I hold this book up my face like I actually care about what's written inside it?" "Yes," the younger boy hissed. "What was the essence of stealing it if you don't want to use it?" "Even before you took it, I told you I don't do books," Kurt insisted.

I don't know what he will think when he finds out the truth. "She's at home," I answered. "Ah... That boy was playing with me, he said he didn't know me. Thank you It's so lame!" said Mana. "Yes, sir. I also wanted to ask you something..." The old man sounded like he was confused. "About what?" "Well... I cleaned the room that Mam Nicky used. And... I saw a book there. Under the pillow. But the book is not his.'s Mam Kelly's... Bennet.."