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Roman asked me. Confident that he would not have read it, I told him. Roman snorted derisively. “Sarah J. Maas is evidence that the traditional publishing industry is full of rubbish. Those novels are the literary equivalent of eating Cadbury chocolate for dinner.” “That’s not fair,” I said. “If you sit down and read them…” “I have read all four books,” Roman interrupted. “Including that Frost and Starlight novella nonsense. I can assure you my opinion is well-founded indeed. To begin, the riddle in the first book is so simplistic that—”

The books are being ripped in half and deposited around the room. Cory has completely shifted and is shredding all of the cushions to the seating as well as the walls themselves. Sylas has taken over, destroying the bookshelf, the coffee table, and anything else that can be broken down. Sylas howls a long, mournful howl, which just about breaks my heart.

Seeing their breathtaking smiles instantly vanishing away brought weird sense of satisfaction to Hazel. Guilty pleasure, she concluded. Her lips pressed in thin line to control her smile as she observed the tension in the atmosphere. The fear she would have in her eyes whenever Theodore's name would be brought, she was now seeing the same fear in eyes of her kidnappers. "I really fucked up." Rudha muttered under his breath, hand working on brushing his hair from his temple in frustration. "You fucking did, fucker!" Keith turned all berserked on him.

The pages were all crinkled and some had a tear on them since the book is old and the paper is fragile. Alesteria handled the book with care because she just borrowed it and even though she was careful with it, her brothers destroyed it in the end. 'That book is considered as one of the national treasures of the empire and now it is ruined…' In other words, she is beyond upset with them. "Aw hwate bwothews." (I hate brothers.) Alesteria muttered that under her breath and even though there is a literal tornado in the room, both Aimilios and Aldrich suddenly gained super hearing; both ceased their fight as they froze on their spot.

“Everything Ally and I know about the curse and the prophecy is in these books. All that we’ve seen, as chaotic as it is, is in these books. And before you ask, you can’t read them.” “My brain would probably explode if I read both of those books.” I shook my head, not at all interested in either one of them. She shoved the books back into their spot and used magic to send her tossed laundry back into the suitcase. “You’d have a panic attack and then your brain would explode.” She laughed, which wasn’t at all comforting.

“They won’t,” Anna lied. The truth was, she didn’t know. She had defeated her reflection, but the words in the book had been vague, filled with warnings but no guarantees. Logan stood, brushing dirt off his jeans. “I’m done with this. I don’t care what that book said. I’m burning it.” “No!” Anna shouted, standing abruptly. “You can’t destroy it. The book is the only thing that knows the rules. If something happens again, we’ll need it.”

Amazing, what is a better way to distract yourself than reading some dark romance books filled with smut. I got in the library and instantly felt a bit calm. Grabbing my favourite four books I got seated in a cosy comfortable corner, and started reading. An hour later I closed the fourth book in my hands as I groaned frustratingly. For god sake what's wrong with me? I couldn't even read a single book completely. I tried to read them for fifteen minutes and then put them aside while picking up another book. All of these books are my fucking comfort favourite books that I have re-read for so many times. The books whose MMC are my, to heart, book boyfriends.

I slid the toy lower, pushing it inside my cream filled hole pretending it was their dicks in me. "Yes.....yes....Jax....Ryder.....fuck....fuck...me harder...." Shame burned in my chest. Those two fuckers were still wet behind their ears while I was thirty one. I had a boyfriend and a reputable job. My mind went to my boyfriend who would throw up if he saw these books. The only thing he was good at was licking my cunt, with a lot of teeth. Sigh! He also had a puny cock. I brought the book closer reading the words. "They ruined her asshole. Hammered her tight backdoor till she squirted on the floor."

The host took the book from her, and his expression shifted instantly. That was the second trap I had set. Take the first word of each of the final five chapter titles, and they spelled out a sentence: I am a plagiarist. [Why would anyone put something like this in their own book? Unless the whole thing is stolen!] [I'm telling you, Bryan just took someone else's work and used it. This looks like something the real author planted to protect against theft.] The comment section exploded. Before the interview even ended, Bryan got up and walked off the set.

There was a scattering of ancient books, their pages bleached and damaged by exposure to water and sun through the gaps in the roof. “Oh, no,” I mourned the loss and immediately began to gather the books from the floor and stack them, closed, on the tabletops. Many were mouldy and heavy with damp, and I did not honestly know whether closing them was preserving or irreparably damaging them, and yet there was no space to spread them all open, and all I could do was lift them up above the ground in the hope that would be enough to dry them. “Spell books,” Aien commented as he helped me. “It’s unwise to leave them open.”