Baudelaire Book Novels & Stories

I'm afraid I'll have to stop here Princess or else I might wet my own paper after working so hard on writing. I promise I'll be back soon Lia. Don't forget me okay? Love you. Your Little Prince, Zale Felix Cohen. " - You remember how your heart had slowly ripped inside your chest as you read every written word. You recalled the faint drops mingling with the letters written on that piece of paper. Those tears didn't come from you though. They were already there when you got the letter. They were his tears. You remember noticing the messy penmanship, grudged in a way than usual. Your heart snapped when you realize he was writing it with a trembling hand.

“Rachel send me this envelope the day before, I don’t understand what it is but I know it is a poem. I think it’s meant for you.” Belle watched her grandmother leave after she had said what she wanted to relay. Making her way to Rachel’s room, Belle slowly unfolded the letters, her eyes then fell into enigmatic words her sister wrote for her. ‘Night was long. I heard his voice, calling me. It’s wrong, and I told myself those words. I opened that book again, close them, Open, and close again. My choices are wavering. Warning bells on my ears, I should leave this thoughts.

Speaking of the book. She looks at the clock in the bathroom. It’s still early, and being a Saturday, no one is up yet. But feeling wide awake now, Candace decides on a bath. Pulling off her boy shorts and chemise, she grabs the bottle of Entice. It’s strange, but while ready the book the girl became so entranced by it that when she finally came out of her stupor she found that she held the same bottle that was in every single one of the stories.

“Your mate likes reading, doesn’t she?” “What are you up to now?” Caleb frowned at his brother, who brought out a book. “Tell her to read it. We’ll see how long she would keep at it. Are you okay with this?” He directly addressed Lourianne. “Yes, sure. What book is it? Oh, interesting.” It’s a book of lore about mythical creatures. “Alright. Look into her eyes first.” Caleb sat her down to make her comfortable. He’s going to accompany her. His brother gave him a book as well.

She remembered those poetry books that Mattel had re purchased for her. “No, I’d be Omar Khayyam, a loaf of bread beneath the bough, a flask of wine, a book of verse” “and thou beside me, singing in the wilderness” Felix added “Oh wilderness is paradise now,” Regina finished and tried to remove the cloud of thoughts forming around the remembrance of Mattel, her eyes becoming dewy and wet. . . TBC ~please leave a gem~

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He has a melancholic look on his waxen face. "Finding my magic star? The title is very interesting, don't you think?" the lad said in boredom, his eyes is fixed on the front page of the book. "But nothing in it can help you find your magic star. The book is full of nonsensical shitty metaphors!" He gazed up at the girls, and continued, "It doesn't even show you who the author is, there is no preface, not even contents. Don't believe in anything that has 'magic' in it dears." "Hey!" Louisa interrupted, scowling at the stranger. "It doesn't mean if you didn't understand a thing, you should say bad things about the book. Give me that!"

“Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were still intact. From the first look of it I can tell it was more than hundred years old. Roxy handled it with care as I can clearly saw how she had tried to bind it. I flipped through the pages. I can’t understand anything as expected. After I turned to the twenty page, I saw a white page stapled with the main page of the book. my first guess was that it was Roxy’s writing.

My eyes caught her figure before I could throw my question. Balthazar lay next to the ruins of his garden fountain. Part of his teenage body was covered by the remaining skeletons of his giant bookshelf while books from his library were scattered like the ocean that surrounded him. Dust and ash covered his entire body from the ends of his messy dark hair to the tips of his feet. A bruise adorned one cheek. In fact, he looks really ridiculous right now. But Balthazar didn't move from his spot in the slightest. He just lay down without making a sound, while his gaze fixed on the bright blue sky above. His eyes had returned to their original color.

Bella and the Beast (BOOK 6)- A Beauty and The Beast Erotic Retelling Bella, a young, curvy maiden is stricken with sadness when her father who set off on a journey to the dark forest to acquire a rose is missing. With the help of Gaston who is only interested in opening her corset, she wanders far and deep into the forest and stumbles into a big castle which is owned by an ugly beast. The beast captures them and makes a deal, freeing her father and Gaston but enslaving her instead and decides to make her body his . . . by all means.