Novel & Cerita A Little Life Book

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He released my neck before lifting my two hands above my head and capturing them in one hand, rendering me completely helpless before tugging my jaw upwards with his free hand. "Oh Snow, you don't know what you do to me." I shivered at those whispered words just as he finally covered my lips with his, trapping my husky moans in. Excerpt from; His Little Snow [18+] ©Josephine. C. Ivy

*FROM HERE ON THERE WILL BE NO CHAPTERS NAME (𝐋𝐢𝐟𝐞 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚 𝐟𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐲 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐞)

Lora's mother had fled after giving birth to her daughter. She lifted the brick in the north corner of the room as she emptied the dungeon more carefully. "What is this book?" she inquired. The book was dusty, and the gold was almost faded, almost bronze. The title of the book was Life of the Witch. The book is about wizards and their interactions with the outer world. Lora read the book, sentence by sentence. A strange planet, yet she wished to visit it. The pages depicted a pleasant and quiet way of life. She saw herself growing up, her body perfect, producing beautiful curves with no scars, bruises, or blood flow in the corners of her lips.

I told it, “you’d be staring.” It did not reply. It didn’t need to. Each page I turned sent my attention ricocheting back to it. Words dissolved into alphabet soup. “Fine,” I whispered, snapping the book shut. “What do you want from me?” This, apparently, was my life now: negotiating with small electronics in a billionaire’s library. — Alonzo

I said. I walked in fully and placed the book on the table near them. Uncle James leaned forward slightly. Papa’s eyes stayed on me. “You wanted to know what the Gem of Life is,” I said. “It’s not a stone. Not a jewel. Not something you put in a crown.” Dada’s jaw tightened. “Then what is it?” “It’s a person.” Silence dropped heavy. Papa blinked. “Explain.” I opened the book and flipped to the marked pages.

This book, anyone who reads it will suffer. Your tears will be the delight of my soul. Upon finishing reading that, the pages of the book on the floor began flipping rapidly, as if carried by a gust of wind, until they stopped at the penultimate page. The snowflake slowly approached the book. On that page, there were certain names of people and what they thought of the book. Life is one, and everyone should make the most of it. But for a merciless being, life is just a business that needs to end. - Bishop HyunWan

she said, her voice deeper, like distant waves, "do you remember the fire?" He stopped, looked at the sun, then at the book. "I remember... a dream," he said. "A market, a girl who saved the stars. But it was just a dream, right?" June scanned the park. Under a tree, she spotted an old man in a white apron, holding a wooden spoon. He tipped his hat and smiled. Gabe. Alive. Real. June turned back to the book, opening to the last page. The list of the dead was gone. In its place, a new list—a list called "The Living."

At the guesthouse, Terence woke with Wendy naked in his arms. Ryan was asleep on the cot beside them, his face slick with drool. This was supposed to be the perfect life he'd always dreamed of, and yet, he couldn't shake the unease gnawing at his heart. He thought back to two days ago, when I had come to tell him Ricky was missing. He felt something had slipped beyond his control, teetering on the brink of collapse. Just then, the warm, soft body in his arms began to stir, her fingers idly tracing his skin. When he met her glistening, inviting gaze, desire flared hot inside him.

The midwife I had secretly brought in barely glanced at my newborn before her medical tools scattered with a crash across the floor. Her eyes rolled back, and she slumped to the ground, out cold. An eerie silence filled the room, broken only by the soft, wet sounds of the three little ones on the bed, whimpering in my ears. "Ow... Ow..." Their cries were faint but hit me like a sledgehammer. Puppies? That could not be right. How utterly bizarre!