A Little Spot Book Novels & Stories

She reached under the bed and pulled out a small black vibrator, curved, and ridged with a pronounced head. “Watch this,” Jordan said. She switched it on, and pressed the tip against Ava’s clit first with light pressure, just enough to make her thighs shake. Ava cried out. “Oh god…” Jordan slid it lower, easing the curved head inside her. The ridges dragged against her walls as she pushed it deep, then angled it up to hit that sensitive spot. Ava’s back arched. “Fuck! right there Jordan,” Jordan worked the vibrator in slow, deep strokes, letting the vibrations pulse against Ava’s G-spot. Every few thrusts she pulled it almost all the way out, then slammed it back in.

Facetime and WhatsApp just weren't enough to fill that craving hole I had in me. The bell on the door dinged making my heart start beating loudly. Maybe someone had finally decided to get past their prejudices and come to the bookstore. My head went up with a genuine smile that quickly faded when I saw who it was. "Alpha Cory", I murmured, a polite and reserved smile takimg the place of the prior one.

Without any further thoughts she jumped off the platform and headed towards her bed; there was an open cupboard there with numerous books. Little Bee’s cheeky hands pulled out a book from there; it was an encyclopedia. She pulled a long face, shoving it back she started to look at the other books kept there. Romantic novels, Shakespeare, comics and many other books were in it. “This is boring…” Little Bee said to herself before her eyes fell on the door beside it. “What’s in there?” Her curious legs pushed open that mysterious door just to get amazed. It was a walk in closet!

Seeing Leila's frown, she could tell that Leila knew the person who had that book and had the same questions as her. After rejoicing for some minutes inwardly that Leila seemed to have believed his explanation, he noticed the strange silence in the room making him stop whatever he was doing subconsciously and look at Leila. From the young lady's expression, Josiah wondered whether Leila had gotten into his head or if it was a no, how then did she know the name of the book? "Little girl, how did you know that that book was the one I was talking about?" Josiah asked after thinking about everything carefully.

Suddenly my vision goes hazy and the room starts to spin, I lose control of everything but manage to let three words pass my lips before I blackout, three words that I don't understand but speak anyway, as my world turns dark, they slip from my mouth before the blackness takes over. "My little wolf!"

I was halfway through gulping down the glass of water when I spotted from the corner of my eye, the little book I had gotten from the lobby area. Much to my surprise, the book was not a brochure or a magazine of some sort as I thought it was, it was actually a devotional from a local church situated not so far away from the resort. I opened the first page and was in awe of how encouraging the words were at the introduction. I decided to take a seat as I read through the first topic.

Klein didn't want to say blasphemous things against the moon goddess so he kept quiet. "But, he white wolf has been found," the masked stranger said. Klein looked at him anxiously . " Really? " The stranger nodded. " Where is she so I can go get her?" Klein rushed out. " According to my resources, she is at Millicent pack," he replied. Klein stiffened with his eyes widely opened like it was going to pop out. "That's Jeremy's pack" he said with a low voice that was almost a whisper. "Yes," the stranger agreed. He also seems not to be happy that the white wolf was coming from Jeremy's pack.

He looked unfairly good this morning — fresh white shirt hugging his broad shoulders, sleeves rolled up to show those veined forearms I couldn’t stop staring at. “I… uh…” I stammered, completely lost for words. Susie finally saved me — sort of. “We were just talking about… uh… a book!” she said quickly, though her voice was way too cheerful to be believable. Ezekiel’s lips twitched like he was fighting a smile. “A book, huh?” I wanted the ground to open up and swallow me whole. He lingered for another second, eyes still on me, before nodding slightly. “Alright. See you around, Nyla.”

The librarian told me, and I nodded my head in response. “So, when will the other two hundred fifty new books arrive?” I asked her, and she scanned her little schedule notebook and replied, “That would be next week on Friday, Miss Winsley.” “Okay, thanks, Mrs. Hart. That would be all I want for now.” I uttered as I handed back to her the document that I've signed. Then I suddenly remembered that I would still search for that particular book that I am going to borrow. It's the book by Samuelle Rivers which is titled The White Spot. I need to find that book so that I can bring it home.

_Barely_ _Just finished a book_ The three dots appear instantly. He was waiting. _Which one_ Elma looks at the paperback on her bed. The spine is cracked wrong from how fast she read it. _The God of Small Things_. She bought it last week because the cover was blue and she was tired of grey. _The one I bought last week_ _Took me one day_ Another pause. Longer this time. Then: _That is a record for you_ _You used to read one chapter a month_