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Yam sliced it open slowly, hands trembling. Inside was their book. “The Art of Staying.” Cover: a sunflower. A crooked shelf. Two mugs—one chipped. And behind it all, the suggestion of a fan, mid-spin. Franc stared at it like it might whisper back. “Feels unreal,” Yam said. Franc flipped through pages. Some with artwork. Others with Yam’s poetry. Their story—wired beginnings and all—now bound in matte finish. “I think this book breathes,” Franc said.

She walked in with the reverence of someone entering a place that mattered to her and immediately disappeared into the graphic novel section without another word. I wandered toward the poetry shelves, drawn to them without quite deciding to be, and ran my fingers along the spines until one caught my eye. A slim volume with a navy cover and gold lettering. I pulled it out and opened it to a random page. I carry your heart with me (I carry it in my heart)... I smiled. E.E. Cummings. I had read this before, years ago, and forgotten how much I liked it. "What are you reading?"

It hit my shoulder before dropping to the floor. I barely felt the pain. I sighed, rubbing the back of my neck. “Perfect,” I muttered. “Just what I needed.” I almost ignored it. But something about that book caught my eye. It wasn’t like the others. The cover was deep red—so dark it looked almost like dried blood in the dim light. The edges were lined with gold that had faded with age. I frowned and bent down to pick it up. It felt heavier than it looked. When I turned it over, I noticed something strange.

Now that she was relaxed I intended on getting her turned on. Slowly I started to rub lower down her front, tracing the contour of her bra under her top and I felt her body start to tremble. I held my breath and without pausing I deftly undid the button of her blouse, and then the next one. Cindy didn't stop me. Continuing down I undid all remaining buttons on her silk blouse and I returned to stroking her soft and sensitive skin. I drifted my hand across her tits and I felt her stiff nipples through the thin material of her white lace bra. Her breathing started to get quicker when I touched her tits and I guessed she liked them being touched and was anticipating what was going to happen jus

Older than anything I’d ever seen. The cover was wrapped in dark, cracked leather, etched with a strange symbol I didn’t recognize. A gold circle was embedded into the spine, and within it, a single quill rested delicate and ivory, as if plucked from something divine. Curiosity tugged at me. I reached for it. The moment my fingers brushed the surface, the book pulsed. A gentle hum, like a heartbeat, thrummed through my palm.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.

I heard him pick up that thick hardcover book from the desk and then the flat hard edge of it smacked right across my ass cheek with a loud crack that echoed through the office. The sting exploded across my skin and I yelped loud, my whole body jerking forward against the wood. “Arghhhh” “Quiet,” he growled right in my ear, leaning over me so his chest pressed against my back and his hot breath made me shiver. “You want the whole fucking department to know what a desperate little plagiarist slut you are under my desk?” He brought the book down again, harder this time on the other cheek, and the pain shot straight to my clit like lightning.

“Hello.” “....” Silence. There’s no answer from across the phone. “Yeobseyo.” “....” Suddenly the caller hung up. Tiara just fell silent while staring at the phone screen. Weird. “Is it trying to scare me?” Tiara put the phone back down. Her hands are moving to clean up the old book. The book with the cover of ‘The Power of Darkness’ has a unique shape. The carving of roses with minimalist style on the cover looks real. Tiara’s never seen a book cover like this before. She tried to open the book, but it couldn’t open.

he claimed. He stared at Vacio, wanting to see his face if he was lying. What was he holding just now? A booklet? "What was that?" he asked. That book has a dark cover, almost black, and a few number of pages that made the book thinner than usual. Something was written on the cover of that book… Blaze Harper? "I said what was that?" he demanded.

It was not all, the cover was the eyes of werewolves. My brows furrowed in keen interest as well as something I can't name settling within me. Without thinking further, my hand took out the book and the front cover showed the face of werewolves with its eyes glowing in a golden hue. I brushed my fingers on the cover, mesmerized by the image. It was delicately printed and made.