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She looked proud as she explained this, but deep down, I had a feeling her father used these as leverage. She walked over to the end of the bookshelf, pulling out a black leather-bound book tied with a thin rope. Carved into the leather were the words ‘Book of Transcendents’. Maleigha motioned to a small round table and the three of us sat down. She handed the book to Kai and he opened to the first page.

"You're right. I should definitely have that book. It sounds like an important one." "It's the most important." August stood up, walked to his bookshelf, pulled out the space dog book that had started all of this. He brought it to Carter and held it out. "You can borrow it. If you want. But you have to give it back because it's our favorite." Carter took the book like August had handed him something infinitely precious. "I promise I'll take very good care of it and give it back." "Okay." August sat down next to Carter, closer than before, and opened the book to the first page. "I can show you the important parts."

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Why wasn't he saying anything? He cocked his head to the side as if studying me. I wasn't going to say another word on the subject. I just waited for his judgement. He took the book from my hand and tossed it on the couch behind him without looking. He grabbed my arm firmly and led me back to the door I had just gone out of. He flipped on the light then directed me to the middle of the room. I stood there, facing him in trepidation. "Strip." He demanded.

Warning: 18+ only. This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read. __________________________________ She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare?

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.

Charlatans! The back room was large. He searched, until he found the book, he searched for. The book was massive, covered in a thick layer of dust. The cover was locked with a handle that was shaped like a figure with elongated arms, he forced the lock. Nothing happened, he wasn't losing hope. With one movement of his hand, he removed the layer of dust.

warning * This book is rated 18+mature only there is a lot of violence and mature sexual content and hateand some encounters might trigger and offend some Readers, some Readers may feel uncomfortable, so please read at your own risk. This book is purely a work of fiction, all rights reserved and copyright protected. No use of my written work is permitted by any other person. Thanks for your support, and have a great read. Well, I guess I'm your typical teen girl. I'm fixing to turn 18

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"

He used to hate the smell of alcohol in his car, so every time I had a drink on his behalf, even in winter, he would keep the convertible roof wide open. Looking back now, I realized it was only because the one in the car had been me. The midday heat in Silverport was enough to soak your clothes in sweat, but my heart felt strangely frozen. I took a deep breath and slipped the marriage registry forms back into my bag. I knew it was time to let go, not just of today, but of all eight years we had spent together.