Book Style Novels & Stories

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

Equivale Finding His Heart : Book 2 in the Chronicles of Zodia. click now for the preview Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt;

' I slapped my face internally. Adam took the book from me and was looking at the styles. But he looked different..............different as if his mind drifted onto something when I asked his opinion. He seemed to be struggling with his thoughts but at last, he decided something making look like it is a random one, but I saw him looking at the Floral Rustic as if that style meant something to him.

The magic book opened on its own, Rico and Niffa patiently wait for whatever the blank page will going to write, they were seated, together, at the long wooden table surrounded by the wall of books. A light was formed, and the empty page was filled with letterings in a freestyle script carved within the thin sheet of paper. They narrowed their eyes trying to read the first letter, it was too bright, and the lettering was almost as white as the paper. The light vanished and the letters turned into tinted black, thick and printed, not written by a hand. The whole page was filled, it says,

“I would presume what you’re searching for would be there too,” “I thought as much but it was worth looking,” he said frowning as he scanned the shelf above her head as he walked a few steps away from her scanning the titles as he did so, with an entire foot difference in height between them he towered above her with ease. “Hmm,” she agreed, frowning as her eyes fell on a book with a battered deep blue binding, there was nothing special about the book, the words ‘Deep within the Mind’ written in faded gold bold italics. What had caught her attention was this book looked far less dusty.