Younger Man Book Novels & Stories

Kyle, on the other hand, Sherly's elder brother, chimed in, "Yeah, maybe we can find our own way to VIP status." The playful banter between the older generation and the younger generation continued. If anyone else sees it, they will definitely be surprised by it. After all, Mario is known as a strict person. But he is not like this in front of his family. He's soft and warm-hearted. Everything he does is for his family.

SARA POV (YEAR 2077, 56 YRS LATER) "Now he is a fine chunk of meat. I can see why all the girls want him," the older waitress says as she appears next to me. I quickly close my worn book. My cheeks tint a little, and I give her a small smile. "I still can't believe they are real even though my friend's granddaughter is mated to one of them," she says while refilling my mug with fresh coffee.

He did not want to tell him about the old man at all or about Charles. "A man gave me a book a few days ago. It was titled Super-natural." Nicholas started. "The popular book no one has ever read." Hoots exclaimed, and Nicholas held his mouth. "Who gave it to you?" "Some man. I can picture his face, but he instructed me not to give it to anyone." Nicholas said. Nicholas moved closer to the table. He leaned forward to Hoots. "The book talks about me. My past, present, and a little bit of my future. It stopped a few days ago."

Stopped. Walked in. A kid, maybe twenty, stood behind the counter, staring at his phone. "Do you have books for teenagers?" He looked up. "Like, Young Adult?" "I don't know. Sixteen-year-olds." "Yeah. YA section's in the back." I walked to the back. Found shelves labeled Young Adult Fiction. Pulled out a book at random. Read the back. Something about dragons. Shoved it back in. Pulled out another. Read the back.

"hisss.. I'm sorry. You're not cute!" "You! Stop right there!" the short man shouted and chased him in his small store. Wren suddenly stumbled on a heavy book and stumbled down. "Eh," he picked the book and opened it. it was a well written cook book along with pictures. Just looking at the pictures made his stomach growl loudly. "get up!" the short man hit his back with a book. "you have a lot of books sir. Do you have one with the history of Rene? I would like to buy that,"

The next few chapters are a series of stories that follow on from each other and have different peoples points of views. These was going to be released as a completely different book all together but seen as I decided to merge all three of Tales OF A Gay Man books together I will more than likely just keep adding to these. Also be very much appreciated if you can share and recommend my book/s with your friends and also share your thoughts on the stories published before and after the start of this next mini series of Tales Of A Gay Man, maybe even pass on some inspiration for new chapters or even a new book.

Anthony said, the last part in a hushed whisper. “How do you feel?” The man asked, not minding the looks on the boy's face that already explained to an extent, how he felt. “Horrible.” “Why is that?” Mr. Yugo asked as he got up from his seat and walked towards the cupboard, deciding to give the boy the book for the day by himself since the boy was already there. “Something different happened yesterday.” “Speak.” Mr. Yugo sat down again. He was holding the book in his hand. This book was different from the rest. It wasn’t old, the cover was red. The title was written in black, “Now that you brought us one.”

Theo looked at the thing in old man hand as he can clearly see it was an book, who know because of that book a man whom all the cosmos will fear be created that day. looking at the old book he felt that it wasn't any simple book, so he took the book away and walking to forest (house) thinking it might come as a good fortune in an old book. watching the young boy taking the book away, the old man smile and walk to the town muttering to himself,"i wish u best of luck boy".

PART ONE: New Boy in Town March 2016 CHAPTER ONE The Boy in the Book Lady Brad was browsing the Mystery section in Book Lady on Liberty Street when he noticed the boy staring at him. Well, not a boy exactly. He was probably in his early twenties, more of a young man. The older Brad got, though, the younger everyone else looked to him. Jesus, you’re only thirty-six, stop casting yourself in the role of a geriatric. Although you are closer to forty than twenty. Hell, you’re closer to forty than thirty . . .

He looked like a character from a spy novel, and Anne and Tris exchanged a curious glance. "Can I help you?" Tris asked, trying to sound friendly and welcoming. The man smiled, his lips curling up in a sly grin. "I'm looking for a book," he said, his voice low and smooth. "A very special book. It's not on the shelves, I'm told." Anne and Tris exchanged a skeptical glance. What kind of book could this man be looking for? "What's the title of the book?" Tris asked, trying to sound neutral.