Book Blow Novels & Stories

There was a table. Books stacked on it. Not like the ones I used to see at home. These looked older. Some of them had markings on the covers I didn’t understand. I walked closer. My fingers hovered over one of them before I touched it. The cover felt rough. Worn. I opened it slowly. The pages were filled with symbols. Not letters. Not words I knew. Shapes. Lines. Things that looked like drawings but weren’t. I frowned. “What is this…?” I flipped a page.

More chaos. Gemma’s dared to steal Eben’s hat, which she does with dramatic flair. Josh gets roped into a shotgun contest and wins by a landslide, strutting back like a champion. Mara even gets pulled into a dare to kiss the person to her left, which happens to be Gavin — and though she goes for it eagerly, I notice the slight hesitation in the way he responds. By the time another card lands in front of me, the world feels warm and dizzy. Eben grins. “Waterfall.”

She bows lowly with her forehead on the floor. Rowan’s mother simply leans back in her chair, crossing one leg over the other, looking every bit like a queen watching a pitiful subject grovel before her. “Kill you?” she laughs, her tone mocking. “Oh, little omega… I wouldn’t waste something so valuable. I’m not here to kill you.” Bloom’s cries immediately come to a stop, and she blinks at the woman in confusion. “That,” she nods toward the bottle, “isn’t for you. It’s for him.”

A white rose lay on the floor dripping with blood. A small, shiny blade lay beside it. A beautiful object in such a terrible and painful condition. The blood stain on it did not hide it's immaculate and beautiful nature. She puffed smoke in the air and took a sip of the liquor beside her, as she glared at the bleeding rose with sad and anguish filled eyes, it told a lot about her and her agony. She was as beautiful as the rose in front of her.

Not what she had imagined Alpha Kai's daily view to be. She swung her bag onto the wooden floor by her feet and sat, watching him lean against his heavy desk opposite her. She took a glance at the bookshelf built into the wall behind him. A huge curved sword was hung in the centre of the space, its milk-white handle held a stunning contrast with the deep blue-black of the blade itself. She had never seen anything like it before; it looked razor-sharp and freshly polished. The books that she could see from where she sat were mostly about pack history and war tactics, spaced with little trinkets and photos of Alpha Kai with other pack members. It was odd seeing him looking so carefree and happ

Jason and Christopher are also seated. And Christopher's girl is nowhere in sight. Not surprising!!! "Who knows? You might get to kiss a hot guy," Brooke whispers in Steph's ear. Stephanie glares at her and crosses her free hand. Please dear bottle, don't point at me at all, she prays in her head. Nobody must notice her. A random guy spins the bottle and the game begins. They've gone for six rounds now and Stephanie's fingers are still crossed. Christopher grabs the bottle next and spins it. Stephanie doesn't really pay attention as before.

“Don’t worry about me. You have an army to take care of. I can take care of myself.” “Sure, sure. Oh by the way, tell Bilgrae to get the demihuman squad ready. He knows what to do next.” “Okay, sure.” “Great thanks. Now if you’ll excuse me.” Bronto walked past Crymillia as she gave way to him. “It seems like he’s the one that needs a rest.” . . . We’ve reached the end of BLAIR Volume 2: The Great Sandcastle! I hope that you all have been enjoying the story so far and many more volumes, not to mention chapters coming in the future. I do apologise for the unstable updates and I’ll try to improve, which I always try to do.

At the third floor, I bumped into someone that had been running down and that made the books in the person’s hands fall to the ground. Crouching to the ground, I began picking the books up really fast. “Whoa, calm down, tiger.” a male voice chuckled as he crouched in front of me. My gaze locked with a pair of bold blue eyes, a boyish smile creeping up his lips. He had dirt-blonde hair, disheveled in what looked like a good mess. “Hey, beautiful. I’m Blade” His smile grew, making his eyes pop, enough to brighten a person’s day.. Instead, it irritated me. Younger me would have thought this was perfect, ‘Could he be the man for me’ moment, but Roger had rid my interest from anything that smell

I ordered. I'd been thinking of this all night. The plug was made of glass, and it winked in the dim light of the bedside lamp. I was looking forward to seeing it in her, as much as I was about seeing her pretty pus8sy bared to me. I watched her tit8s bounce as she crawled on the bed. I loved those fat jugs. I wanted to give them some attention too, but soon they were out of my sight.

Blaze scratched his neck nervously. "But did she said that she had her period?" "No, she didn't, I just guessed that she had it." "Fuck, you're a dead man." He said seriously, the alpha frowned and bites the inside of his mouth. "Why am I dead? I mean I can't be dead." Blaze rolled his eyes. "Dude you're so dead, girls get sensitive and uptight about this." He chuckled. "No really?!" "Yeah what did you brought her?" Zach said looking around the table and Blaze pointed out the box on the ground, he picked it up and read the box closely.