Bending Book Novels & Stories

She felt more embarrassed than if he’d caught her shop- lifting. He reached for a bookmark from a small stack at the counter. She started to wave him away. “I always bend the corners,” she said. Undaunted, he wrote his name and number on the back of a bookmark and slipped it between her pages. The action made her think of the way he’d fucked her in her fantasy, his cock sliding easily inside of her. What he said next changed everything in Gina’s world. “Girls who bend corners should be punished,” he said, and she sucked in her breath before she could stop herself. Her visible discomfort seemed to please him. He didn’t rush to put her at ease. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

I whispered. Before he could ask again I put my hand over his hand. "I need you to act like you are pulling something out the book. It's now or never." I rushed out. I thought he would second guess me. I was completely wrong as I watched what looked like air in the winter come up from out of the page "Umm. You can't bend your. Shoot don't bend your hand you have to keep it straight." I rushed out as I felt his hand twitch.

Men who pin women to walls, who make them beg, who turn surrender into salvation. Where the heroine comes undone, over and over, until she can’t even remember her own name. Control as a weapon. Pleasure as a battlefield. And here I am, flat on my back, being humped like a mattress Evan bought on sale. I tell myself to stop reading that trash. That those books are dangerous fantasies. But at least they make me feel something. I press my palm against his chest, steadying him. He grunts like I’ve interrupted his flow. “What now?”

Soon, all faded out. #### ~Author's Note~ Yo, bubble butts. Welcome to the land of Changeling where only the fittest survive. Straight to business, I'm going to start by appreciating you for taking up this book. This novel explores a fantasy world of benders, except when you think that's lame and unexciting, ask yourself: have you ever seen a fire bender who can command nuclear weapon with a swift hand movement, channels the energy of life from a human to himself?

A beat too long, the way you pause when you are trying to sound casual about something that is not casual at all. Ethan looked up from the page. He considered the question with the seriousness he applied to everything. Then he said: “A book about bridges. Did you know the strongest ones are designed to move a little in the wind? Most people think strength means not moving. But it’s actually the ones that can bend that last the longest.” Adrian looked at him. A long moment. Something working behind his eyes that he was keeping very controlled. “I didn’t know that,” he said. Ethan nodded once, unsurprised, and went back to his book.

I kicked the bookshelf over and watched the books fumble to the floor one by one. My anger finally subsided a bit, but one particular book caught my eye. Brown at the spine & green writing with a colorful picture carved onto the front was one of the books that I used to read to Kennedi when she was younger. I bent down to pick the book up and sighed upon grasping it. “How do you feel now?” Bane asked. “You didn’t have to push me like that,” I said.

She picked up Isidora’s book and set it down on the table. She opened up the front and back covers and flattened it onto the surface along the creases. One by one, she opened a page on each side. She continued until the spine curves and the pages fanned out, then she opened up a few pages at a time. She kept going until she reached the center carefully so as not to fold the spine. She then flipped the pages from front to back a few times. She then showed them the result. “See? Now the spine will curve instead of crack. Ah.. Do you need a bookmark? I have some..”

“Yes sir!” the men replied. Once more, Zephyr laid his eyes on the books, his gaze rested on one of them. The book was covered in a layer of dust and was made of bamboo. It looked unique. “Thunderfoot?” Zephyr muttered as he opened the book, reading its contents. A wave of excitement washed over him. He excitedly flipped through the pages, carefully memorizing the technique’s intricate steps.