Book Chrysalis Novels & Stories

He started going harsher and deeper that the couch swayed as my eyes widened, breath lodged in my throat when Christian stirred. At that moment, my climax washed over me. I twisted in different angles while biting hard on my palm. Slowly he fell asleep back. The cock in my hole jerked and spouted his semen deep into my hole. Then he withdrew his cock and slapped my pussy lightly as though trying to keep the cum from slipping out. My breath grew heavy. Even when I heard his footsteps drifting away, I still could not move. That was crazy! My hand had barely pulled down my dress when I turned.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.

the young woman explained. Olivia moved forward to take a closer look at one of the books displayed inside a showcase. It was an old book and it looked soiled. The cover of the book showed several small circles, each one depicting a form of metamorphosis. One of them particularly caught her attention. It showed a humanoid creature morphing step by step into something that looked like a phoenix. “One of these books might have an answer to where the dinosaurs actually came from,” Romos joked.

Chloe gasped like I had just insulted her entire bloodline. “This,” she said, placing her hand dramatically over it, “is your salvation.” Sky perked up instantly. Oh, I like where this is going. “I don’t trust anything that sparkly,” I muttered. “You don’t have to trust it,” Chloe shot back. “You just have to follow it.” She pushed the notebook toward me. I hesitated. Then slowly opened it. And immediately regretted my life choices. Chloe’s Seduction Rulebook (A Highly Effective Guide to Making an Alpha Obsessed With You)

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

The teeth looked like a small crescent moon. When I clutched that key in my hands, I felt my future. It was as if the world was telling me that this is what I was destined for. Before our parents even knew what was going on, I had already led the charge into the attic. This was the moment I had been looking forward to for three hundred and ninety-seven days. I clasped the lock in my hand with one twist. I heard the most satisfying clink of my life. I peeled the lock off the trunk as fast as I could, tossing it to the ground. I pulled the chest open and began to pull things out. There were all sorts of crystals, dried herbs, vials, and candles. At the bottom of the chest wrapped in the most b

The glow from the candles flickered off the polished chrome of the vibrator I held like a loaded weapon—warm, pulsing, ready. The scent of sandalwood curled through the room, mingling with the thick anticipation bleeding into my skin. The soft leather cuffs, the vibrating wand, the nipple clamps with the delicate pink-gold chain—I laid them all out like a sensual ritual.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

Everything led back to her and our kiss and I wanted to do it over and over again, and more. I fell on the bed, kicking my shoes off and picking up my favorite book. La Divina Commedia, a three-part poem about the travels through the three regions, Hell, Purgatory and Paradise. It was an immediate distraction from my tormenting thoughts and the fact Emiliana was only down the hall. Or so I thought. Soft knocks, almost inaudible, tapped on my door. Louder ones followed before the door swung open.