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On the table sat a stack of books. I frowned and pushed myself upright, dragging the chain as I reached for them. One by one, I flipped through the covers. They were all novels. Romance. Drama. Fiction. Why? The question echoed in my head, unanswered. None of it made sense. I had expected a dungeon. A cell. Something cold and empty. Not a house filled with food, a television, and books carefully left behind like a peace offering. It felt wrong. Almost cruel in a different way. Why wasn't he punishing me yet for killing his guard?

The bed creaked loudly beneath. “Please… stop… I can’t…” I cried, voice breaking into sobs. Tears streamed down my face. My pussy burned from the stretch. Every slam made me feel like I was being split open by his massive cock. Yet my inner walls kept squeezing him tight, fresh juices coating his shaft, betraying how much my body loved it. He only growled louder. “You’re crying, but this pussy is sucking me in. So fucking wet. You don’t really want me to stop, do you? That's good. Because I don't want to stop either.”

The sharp slap echoed through the silent library. “Arrh!” I moaned, and this time he loosened his grip on my head so I could pull it up a little. As I yanked my head back, I gripped each edge of the desk for dear life while Professor Andrew kept fucking me senseless, his cock hitting a spot inside my pussy I never knew existed. “Right there, Professor… don’t stop,” I begged, my hips jerking back to meet each brutal thrust as my inner walls fluttered wildly around him, tight and greedy, milking every inch of his cock.

How much his dick was throbbing for some good warmth, pulsing with a want he wasn’t bothering to hide. He dragged the knife down slowly. My lips were subconsciously caught between the clutches of my teeth as I tried to remain calm, tried to hold onto some thin thread of composure. I was crazily excited for what could kill me. I always knew there was something wrong with my brain. And now, I was realizing that my love for darkness, for gore, for pain, for domination was not just because I had read too many books. There was a line between fiction and reality.

“This is just like the papers that the witch had.” “It is.” She read some more. “But then a love between two witches changed the world. One had skin of bronze. The other had skin of gold .” “Do you know much about Grace Moon?” “I went to a book conference about six years ago, and she signed some of my books.” She lowered and pulled them out. “These ten books right here are the Cravings Series.” “What was it about?”

Before disregarding any notion of embarrassment, I pushed the door open. Giovanni was laid on the bed, one arm folded behind his head while the other clutched a book. His long muscular legs were crossed at the ankles and I gulped audibly at how irresistible he looked. “Are you seriously giving me the silent treatment again?” I asked as irritation itched at my throat. Giovanni remained stoic, his eyes still trained on the novel in his hand. I sat on the end of the bed, staring at his nonchalant form. The title in his hand caught my eye, ‘La Divina Commedia’. (The Divine Comedy) I smiled at the book in his hand.

' Just because she's a library Prefect doesn't give her the right to bully me ' Back to Present The book was titled ' Hero ' , for a normal person it sounded Cliche and Boring but not to me. Opening the first page, I was not suprised to see the Dedication, I read it silently and I was amazed to find out that the book was written by a Young Woman of 18. ' So there are Young Writers? ' I asked myself feeling suprised. Almost all the books we read in literature class were written by old Men and Women with some of the Deceased.

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For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

She quickly averted her gaze. “W-w-why would I do that?” With hasty steps, she entered Grimbooks. I chuckled, following her. *** I ordered her course books while Xanthea wandered among the life-sized anatomical models from all weird angles, drawing in attention and chuckles from the passersby. I knew she’d enjoy herself here, but I was getting super bored. I flipped through a book and it was all black and white words with no pictures except for the complex diagrams. ‘What in the devil did I just see? Bleach your eyes, Ezra. Why are there so many small words in these books and why are these books forming a tower?’ Odeus grumbled in my head. He was just as bored as I was.