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If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

He smiles, and starts an email, as she flips through the book looking for the next section that isn’t on fashion. A short while later, and that book is done too. George had also pointed out a couple of other chapters that aren’t relevant anymore. Dinner starts appearing as she dives into the last book, ‘What is this piece of cutlery, and when should I use it?’. It was a glorified picture book. Picture of the cutlery, the use of said cutlery, it’s position on the table, and what it shouldn’t ever be used for as it would be the height of rudeness to do so. Most of it was fairly simple, but the spoon section had her eyes going crossed, and her head starting to ache. She slams the book down on t

My gaze wandered over the spines, and my heart skipped a beat as I spotted a familiar title nestled between two larger books - my own book, its silver spine glinting in the soft light of the room. As Roxy disappeared into her room, I took the opportunity to explore the rest of the apartment. I wandered into the kitchen area, and my eyes widened in surprise. The kitchen was a culinary paradise, fully stocked with an impressive array of cookware, utensils, and gadgets. Every available surface was adorned with jars of spices, baskets of fresh ingredients, and cookbooks that seemed to span every cuisine imaginable. It was clear that Roxy had a passion for cooking, and that this kitchen was her h

“There is no doubt about it. There is an easy method we use to seal the ability for a few days. Of course, the medicine just messes with our body’s energy system so for you, it must have been the work of a witch.” “But can’t a witch’s spell be smelled?” “Who lied to you?” Huh? “No, it’s not the case. A spell is a spell. We only smell a witch if she’s been around. They have unique smells. Now, what I want you to so is to read that book and understand it. This is your first task.” I looked at it and sighed. I hated reading or studying. I’ve been in it for far too long that it became annoying. “Alright!” I picked the book and opened it. “I take it this book is unique and only exists here.”

The smell of leather and aged paper filled the air, and the golden light of chandeliers created a comforting ambiance. I ran my fingers along the spines of the books, each one holding stories of the pack's history, traditions, and beliefs. My gaze eventually settled on a worn leather-bound book titled "The Chronicles of Luna." Curiosity overcame me, and I pulled it off the shelf. The book's pages were yellowed with time, and the intricate calligraphy captivated me. Lost in the world of ancient legends, I was startled when Rico's voice broke through my reverie. "It's time for dinner, Royal."

As I perused the books, I could feel Aidan’s gaze on me. The shop, much like the one downstairs, boasted an impressive selection. These were books to be enjoyed in the coffee lounge, not purchased or taken home. A smile tugged at my lips as I reached the romance novel section. So, Well Thumbed had these too. I wondered if they had hidden gems, perhaps something I hadn’t read or that Uncle Alex’s book club, Bound To Please, hadn’t discovered yet.

His brows were creased with worry, which worsened when he noticed the odd title. I opened the book. The spine creaked softly in my hands as though it were sighing, welcoming the first person to glance upon it’s pages. A gentle gust of magic emerged from the center and hit me right in the face. It was a breeze scented like a long summer’s day, with notes of wildflowers, freshly cut grass, and honeycomb. I fanned the pages in stunned silence. This book couldn’t possibly tell Lina’s entire life, could it? Such a thing didn’t seem possible, yet nothing I’d seen seemed possible. If creepy, half-dead creatures called Librarian’s existed, then why couldn’t this?

At least there, I can have peace. When I arrived at the garden, I felt the peace hugging me. 'Finally.' Away from those stabbing gazes, away from that annoying expression of Rosine, away from that indifferent male lead. Amongst the books I brought with me, there's one with an inconspicuous book with a simple red cover. "From One Space to Another" is the title of the book. It is a romance story about a girl who can teleport from one place to another and a boy who was from another parallel universe.

I pull it off the rest, hiding it behind me. "It's okay, we don't mind if you read it," he says, expressionless, not looking up from his task. He seems to examine the spine of each book, looking for a certain title that belongs to the book he needs. I walk by his side, now noting the real similarities between Ray and Xavier; their almost identical looks except for the scar and hair. All this time, he hasn't acted like a grump, which is a plus, and also a side of him that is pleasantly new to me. He smiles as he pulls out the book we need, a dusty one that isn't thick at all. The side reads Summer Kitchen: 100 Delicious Recipes and the cover is completely blank. I squint at the thin cookbook,

Kneeling down, she picked it up and read the title. “THE BOOK OF FORBIDDEN SPELLS.” There was no name of the creator anywhere on the book. Emmeline was not sure who had put the book in there but it was completely locked. The book was locked by a physical lock and a magical spell. She could tell because there was magic heat coming out from it.