Clean Book 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.

I can’t change that the books have been dropped. “I think you should clean them.” One of her friends snaps; her voice is crazily high-pitched and very annoying. “Yeah, lick them clean.” Sapphire’s other friend agrees; I just stare at all three of them as I wait for the laughter to follow their bad joke but it never comes. I glance down at the books and slam them onto the counter. I’ll do many things but I draw the line at licking a perfectly clean and brand new book.

“Better than that club, at least.” “Exactly.” April disappeared into the back room, returning with a stack of books. She plopped them in front of me. “Here. Keep your hands busy, maybe your brain will stop overloading.” I rolled my eyes but pulled the stack closer. “My brain has stopped overloading, work master.” “Motivator,” she corrected with a grin.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

"What can I do for ye young man?" "I need this Fantasy book 'Legend of a Dark Morth' by VIC NOVELLA, I wanted to find out if it has been published" "Errr, I uhm.... Need to check my collection" The old book keeper, Dressed in a tick rain coat with Fluffy edges stood on his feet and slipped behind the desk to sit. Riffling through the long dark book and peeking at it through his spectacles. "I think the first published set has been exhausted and out of the market for the meantime, but I think I have few left over copies here" he uttered wetting the tip of his index finger with saliva.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

I dusted the front cover, squinting my eyes to read what was written. Now and Forever: The History of Pure Moon Pack Has Pure Moon been around that long that it had this much history? Kael would be too lazy to bring out this heavy book to hide receipts. About to keep it back, I saw a black book hidden deep within the shelf. I brought it out, its clean cover instantly making me suspicious. Unlike the other books here, there was no dust on it. Was it new? Or was it just well hidden? I opened it, skimming through it as usual.

I didn’t like how much I had been pushed down by being a human’s mate. Though, I had told them not to say a word about it to anyone, but I was sure that it was only a matter of time for the news to reach every individual in the pack. I wasn’t looking forward to that at all. My eyes schemed the rows of books that had a purifying liquid on its case. It was a self-cleanser to make it easy for the workers to keep the library pure and clean. In a space of thirty minutes, Tennessee was back with his hand full of books. He looked quite flustered as he handed them over to me. I was going to make sure that I poured through each and everyone of it.

“I promise not to let even the strand of my hair dirty the book. I really just wanted to read.” “...” “M-Madame?” “Then can you wait until I am freed? I shall give you a book of mine. Please cherish it then.” Teary eyed, Billie hugged me. “I promise I will never let the others play with the book. You can trust me, I am a clean freak.” “Clean what? Where have you learned those?” “There’s this really cool sister at the orphanage and she speaks so cool like that.” Wait does she know that filth- no, that girl who speaks weirdly? What was her name again?

My poetic mind was already reading meaning to it. He painted everything black, but mine was colorful…Should I be flattered? My eyes were still darting around his space when they fell on a ‘Black book’ on his bedside table. I hadn’t noticed the book before. Its leather cover was worn, almost ancient-looking, and across the front were silver words that read: “The Lords’ Undefiable Rules.” Jeremy read too? The idea of Jeremy reading came weird to me. Someone like him wouldn’t care so much about reading through the pages of a book or maybe I was wrong. Maybe I didn’t know Jeremiah Carter too well.