Clean Books Novels & Stories

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

I stare her confused. "You dirty bitch," Chase laughs and she joins in. "No, the idea is, each month or so I change the books in here. See, in this book it features, a black and red leather whip. Silver nipple clamps, a purple dildo." She points and I nod. "The idea is, if people read the book and are interested in the toys, I try and find ones as similar to those described in the book. Each book, has a selection of toys beneath them."

"Old mechanical beauty. Haven't seen one of these since the nineties. It’s completely unlocked." "Thank you. Marcus will handle your payment downstairs," Julian said, nodding toward the door. As soon as the specialist left the room, Julian walked over to the open safe. I stepped up right beside him, my breath catching in my throat. The inside of the safe was small, lined with faded green velvet. I didn’t know what I was expecting but there were no stacks of cash or glittering diamonds inside. Instead, there were three thick, leather-bound books, their covers dusty and worn down at the corners.

It's all the things my father was trying to teach me but without a wolf, it was useless information for me to have. “We need Witches Brew and Pack Health, not one of those gross floor ones though.” Sapphire waves her hand towards the books I dropped; she’s got her nose scrunched like she thinks the floor has somehow tarnished the books. “The floor is clean and those books are brand new.” I tell her as I walk away from the counter and grab three of each book from the pile on the floor; I even make a point of taking the ones from the top of the pile instead of the ones touching the floor. I can’t change that the books have been dropped.

STATS OF SENAN: STRENGTH: 35 HP Power: 51 HP Intelligent: Max level 100 HP Agility: 85 HP The leader of Black Eyes were named Lex. Lex receive a message while he was on the transaction of Drugs. When he open the bags of drugs he saw the message of Mother Tree and only Lex can read that message. When he read the message Lex immediately killed the person he made transaction with just a few minutes and after that Lex left. STATS OF LEX: STRENGTH: 78 HP Power: 48 HP

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

There is only enough space for me to squeeze my body through and I do as quietly as possible. It is a library. There are rows and rows of books in here and it smells of paper. The shelves are dark wood with intricate carvings within them and I trace them with my fingers as I walk. Books line the shelves from floor to ceiling and I drink it in- how I would love to read them all. To live a billion lives not my own. To see oceans and mountains, pyramids and clouds.

Yet, somehow, Roxy still managed to reach out. At first, she would text passive-aggressive messages to reconnect and get me to come home. Later, she dropped the act in the face of my relentless rejections. Roxy would always be eager to show off the luxury goods from Sebastian. It could be the bag in season or the best jewelry in the ads. Everything that was once solely mine had fallen into the hands of Rowena and Roxy. Upon learning that Sebastian and Rowena had cut me off financially, Roxy often traveled an hour to the store where I worked part-time and demanded my service just to spite me.

Yet they sell expensive new books anyway, which is why I call them vermin. The key here is that used textbooks do not generate revenue for textbook companies. So they really had to show faculty, one-on-one over donuts or lunch or drinks, why the 12th edition ($600) was better than that ancient 11th edition ($25) the college used for the last 3 years and was suddenly unacceptable. They did that by politely comparing their new book to the other new textbooks in the next booth. Drinks and attractive sales-droids made the new books look better.

The "Hard Reset" was a wall of white light that moved with the speed of an editor’s eraser. In the Author’s Study, the infinite bookshelves began to "Bleach," the titles of a thousand "Norths" vanishing into the grey static. The Author himself was unravelling, his "Ink Black" eyes turning into two hollow voids of "Cancelled Narrative."