Best Gore Vidal Books Novels & Stories

I stare her confused. "You dirty bitch," Chase laughs and she joins in. "No, the idea is, each month or so I change the books in here. See, in this book it features, a black and red leather whip. Silver nipple clamps, a purple dildo." She points and I nod. "The idea is, if people read the book and are interested in the toys, I try and find ones as similar to those described in the book. Each book, has a selection of toys beneath them."

Curiosity was eating at her. With an effort, she made herself focus on the other titles. He had books on negotiating, battle tactics, history, agriculture…boring. Didn’t the man read any fiction? There was a book on stained glass that looked mildly interesting, but she kept scanning the shelves, hoping for something more enticing. Her search was rewarded. There, right in the middle of his shelves at eye level, was an entire shelf of books devoted to lovemaking. Wiley’s eyes boggled as she read the titles: An Illustrated Guide to the Sensual Arts. A Woman’s Climax. Emotional Need and the Sensual Virgin. There were dozens of titles.

You must read, so you'll know what we know. Loving books as she did, Madeleine had soon forgotten her disappointment. The private library was a wondrous hoard of knowledge, and as arousing in its way as the long, shared hours of yesterday. Each book was a classic of pornography. As she read — and read and read and read - Madeleine soon grew both learned and fevered. Every picture seemed to remind her of the touch of Delrina’s lips, or the way Laurelina’s fingertips could seek out, and find, the most discreet and receptive of pleasure-nodes, then tantalise them to the very edge of madness. Every line or paragraph of uncensored prose seemed to conjure up the taste of Nadia’s sweat.

I get up from the armchair, glancing at Vlad. “I'm going to look for more books.” Vlad nods in agreement. I enter the section of contemporary erotic novels, coming across an endless aisle of books with every theme that could exist. I pick up one named: My Hot Neighbor from the Gym. And I focus on reading, being amazed by the depravity and loving every page I read. I see Vlad approaching and quickly grab a self-help book that was in the middle of the shelf, titled: Tomorrow Will Come Soon and put it underneath, disguising it.

Gail forced her focus back on the books. Perhaps one was something craft related. She stood up from the chair and scanned the book shelves, left to right, purposely ignoring the scandalous titles of the romance novels. However, the only books she found were self-help books and books on various scientific topics. Gail knew there were books written about actual witchcraft. The coven itself had a library for such things, but did her aunt?

Peaceful. Vespera Hale walked along the mahogany shelves, trailing her fingers over the spines of the books. Philosophy. Strategy. History. She stopped. On a shelf at eye level, nestled between The Art of War and a first edition of The Count of Monte Cristo, was a book she didn't recognize. It had no dust jacket. The binding was matte black, textured like volcanic rock. The lettering on the spine was silver, sharp and angular. SAVAGE REBORN.

I just wish she'd realize that. Besides, I doubt she'd find anything that she could actually blackmail me with. Well, except for the maternity books I got when she just moved in here—about a thousand dollars worth of them. I knew nothing about pregnancy then, and reading those books helped me see through her difficulty. We wouldn't have gotten this far if I hadn't read them. Eventually, I stopped reading them for the knowledge, but rather... entertainment. I learned some fascinating things about female anatomy, the most interesting being how wide the vagina expands during birth.

I loved my women as vibrant, sharp and witty, arrogant, bold, Sheila had them all, But that didn't change the fact that it wasn't all about trivia. I fell in love with Sheila because she was the next best trivia. I pushed the door open to see her lying in bed, reading a book titled MATED TO THE CURSED LYCAN KING by Lade d writes.

She would respect Maera's decison. “I’m not sure how to explain it." Lillia casually sift through the books. "But it was the second time it’s happened. At first, I felt watched. I felt a heavy presence and an intense animosity. The last time, Regaleon had appeared and I thought it was him I felt again.” When her eyes set on one, she picked it up and held it. It read, “The Art of War: Mastering Complete Connection.” Oh… we are definitely reading this tonight. Fenris spoke softly.

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.