Novel & Cerita After Hours Books

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

It was just 30 minutes before closing time when Katherine asked me to do my first job alone. She asked me to kill a chicken. As simple as the job was I fucked up. I had put the knife on the chicken's neck and slaughtered it forgetting to cut whatever still keeps it alive. Then I went to cupboard area to change my clothes. Coming out I heard some noises. It sounded like people running about and shouting. What first came to my mind was that there was an attack by an assassin sent to kill the senator so I picked a knife and slowly made my way outside the kitchen.

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Scratching the back of my neck, my cheeks reddened as I looked away from Al's naked torso, "W.I.K.D is closing in on us, they set camps at night, move fast during the day," I swallowed hard, "And how do you know this?" Amber inquired, she didn't even try to hide her bitter tone, I thought long and hard, realizing I didn't get her name and she did mention not to tell my friends about us ever meeting, I wish to honor that request, she did save my life, twice, "I— I was out catching my breath when I pick up a scent.... blood, so I— followed it... They have humans as some kind of prisoners, doing bloodletting to lure us in. And—" I paused,

My body hummed with satisfaction, but the fire inside me refused to die. Alex’s cum still leaked slowly from my well-fucked pussy, warm and sticky against my thighs as I lay beside him on the rumpled sheets. The clock on the nightstand glowed just past midnight, the storm outside showing no signs of easing. Good. I didn’t want this night to end. My stepson’s cock had awakened something primal in me, and at forty-two, I felt insatiable. Every inch of my curvy body ached for more of him—his hands, his mouth, that thick, relentless dick stretching me open again and again.

The air still smelled faintly sweet. Everything was there. Only I was not. Noah heard them come in and turned over in his sleep, mumbling, "Lily," before sinking back down. I floated to his bed and tried to tuck in his blanket. My hand passed through it. Mom set down my suitcase and opened my bedroom door. The room was exactly as I had left it. The comforter folded neatly. The unfinished homework on the desk. The little plant on the windowsill with a tiny new sprout.

My assistant also took advantage of the commotion to slip me a cup of warm water, signaling with her eyes for me to step out and get some air. I felt warmth spread through my heart. After Grandma and Mom passed away, they were the first to show me what family warmth truly felt like. Just as I turned down the corridor, a voice called out from behind me. "Dawn!" The voice was all too familiar. When I first arrived in Haldon, it haunted me like a demon, trapping me in the memories of my tragic death in my past life. However, hearing it now, it was no longer anything to me. It was just a man I had long since crushed beneath my feet.

Rows of towering bookshelves stretched into the gloom, filled with books bound in leather that looked suspiciously like skin. "Where do we start?" I whispered, overwhelmed. "Section X," Killian said, walking straight to the back. " The Anomalies." We spent hours pulling books. The Red Moon of 1402. The Feral Plague. The Betrayal of the South. Dust coated my fingers. My back ached. But I kept reading. "Here," Killian said suddenly. His voice was tight. I rushed over to the table where he was standing. He had a massive, crumbling book open.

“Sinful hour” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.

The days after that dinner had been jagged, uneven things. Lena told herself she was done, that she’d slammed the door on Jace Carver and all his lies. But the universe, or maybe Jace himself, refused to let her bury it. There were texts she didn’t answer. Voicemails she didn’t delete. And then there was the email, long, too honest, typed at two in the morning, that she read twice before snapping her laptop shut and swearing she’d never open it again.