Corrupt Books Novels & Stories

“You looked like the world was ending.” “It felt like it.” My hands moved down his chest, exploring. “Your turn.” He kissed my forehead, then my temple. “I almost quit last year. Burned out. The quiet gets heavy sometimes. But then this girl kept showing up, asking smart questions about old manuscripts. Made the days better.” “Me?” I asked, smiling. “You.” His lips found mine again. This kiss had heat behind it. His tongue brushed mine, and I melted into him. My back hit the bookshelf gently. A few books shifted but didn’t fall.

Far in its bones, this house was alive. I found the study two doors down. Unlocked. There were floor-to-ceiling books along the walls inside. A glass tray had a half-full decanter of amber whiskey. The fireplace was cold but there was still the scent of burnt cedar in the air. I ran my fingers along a row of spines, titles in Latin, philosophy, eroticism, war. One book had a hidden cutout in the middle. A flash drive inside. I removed it. Behind the desk, I saw a framed photo.

"Kael Davis, attempting to trigger a 'Character Memory Leak.' Probability of success: 0.04%." ​Suddenly, the bookshelf behind Mia began to bleed. Not ink, but Red Friction. The "Noir" elements from Chapter 132 were leaking back into the "Romance" world. The books on the shelves began to change titles, their covers turning into gritty, black-and-white crime thrillers. ​The Siege of the Bookstore ​"The Algorithm is struggling to hold the 'Joint-Venture' together!" Kael realized, his eyes widening. "He’s trying to merge the genres, but the 'Friction' is too high!"

, the time when almost all of the staff are for sure already home. I returned the books I borrowed in their respective areas before I bolted out of the library to go to the principal’s office. I noticed that there are no students and teaching staff walking on the corridor anymore. When I reached the principal’s office, I wandered the whole area first before knocking on the door. “Come in! The door’s open.” A smirk played on my lips when I heard his voice. Damn, his deep voice is already enough to make my pussy wet. I did not waste any opportunity and immediately opened the door, and his eyes widened a fraction when he saw me.

Patience moved into the library and saw the second thing that told her all was not well. Lying on the crimson, mottled carpet were the torn and tattered remnants of many, many books. They were piled high, pages screwed into balls or shredded, the bindings and covers buckled and broken. It was a sorry sight, a scene of literary carnage. As Patience moved forwards her foot caught something and she glanced down. There, glistening in the lights overhead, were Agnes Clutterbuck’s reading glasses. Patience picked them up and her eyes went back to the heaped mountain of books in the centre of the room.

Ma Felicia stepped forward slightly. “What is it?” she asked, her voice sharp. The man swallowed. “One of the compendium’s most valued books has been tampered with.” The words hit like a blow. My fingers curled slightly at my sides. *Tampered.* Not stolen. Not entirely. But enough. Enough to matter. Enough to be noticed. I kept my expression neutral. Carefully blank. “What do you mean?” Ma Felicia pressed. The gatekeeper hesitated. “As of this morning, we discovered that a portion of one of the restricted volumes is missing.”

“Excuse me, sir? Will you be checking any of these books out?” He tilted his head at her in confusion. He had reserved no books. The robrarian expected his question and spoke once more. “Your friend with the tail thought you would need these.” She showed him the different titles. The Lust Chronicles, I Am What I Am Accept It, My Lycanthrope Lover, How Not To Be An Asshole, and more. He nodded his head in understanding. She was a cheeky person when she wanted to be. He liked that.

“You mean like to take someone’s memory?” “No, of course not. Although I have a recipe for that, it’s a depravity to use it. This is to help repair a broken mind.” He piled the chopped leaves on his blade and wiped them off into the cauldron. “The man this is for was in a terrible accident and wished to be made whole.” “A depravity, huh?” She flipped through the pages of the book. “Why’s that? What if something awful happened and someone wanted to forget all about it?”

Be ready and dripping for me. The danger only made me wetter. But the blackmailer was closing in fast. And I had no idea how deep this web of corruption really went.

I point at the file in front of me and it only takes her seconds to see what I found. “Maybe Alpha Preston needs to update his systems, maybe he should limit the amount of Pack-members that have access to the books.” Dallas says and I know that she is right, there are too many people that can get into the books and alter the numbers. “None of them can alter the numbers enough to make us go bankrupt.” I state. “They don’t have to, if they can do this often enough and for long enough it will have the same end result.” Dallas replies and I growl at the prospect of checking all our books.