Cult Books Fiction Novels & Stories

It made our pussies leak juices that coated our fingers and thighs in a mess I wanted to catch on my taste buds. The filthy mixture of four of us. “Fuck, your clit’s throbbing against my fingers,” I whimpered, voice breaking as Damian railed me deeper, cock squelching in my soaked hole. “Rub mine harder. Make me gush all over you.” She did. Punching my clit lightly and then circling rough with slippery fingers. The whole place reeked of the musky scent of our cunts, salty cum and then sweat. It formed into one dangerous cocktail.

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

, I shooted multiple questions on him in a single breath In reply of which he just went to his room once again and brought back a book which had some unusual kind of symbols on it, and he just kept that book on the table and started opening the book with a sentence " It's a long backstory when the universe was created and after that Gods and Demons had multiple fights between them in order to get the right of ruling the whole universe... “, but before he could say anything further I intervened in between And told him the whole story which I heard in the room when I went to meet a stranger in order to know about the secret of the cursed book which I had in year 2019 with me " How do you know

She raised her hand and with her index finger she brushed the books, reading their titles. There were some that said "satanic pacts" others like "the call of the devil" "the forest and its hidden side" "small town legends" "werewolves and the full moon" and the last one said "Wisconsin Cases". Camila took out that last one, the book was big, it had a red cover with the image of the town itself. But that image was in black and white, as if it was taken years ago.

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Charlie sighed and said, “That’s right. The Apocalyptic Book is more like a beginner's guidebook to the world of cultivation. It contains so much information, but a large part of it isn't directly related to cultivation. Instead, it's deeply connected to martial arts. There are dozens, if not hundreds, of complete martial arts mental cultivation methods listed, but there isn't a complete mental cultivation method in it…” Upon hearing this, Vera couldn't help but say, “It's like cramming all the knowledge from elementary school, middle school, and even some college-level content into one book. For elementary and middle school students, this book is unparalleled, but for college students, its

Cole’s apartment was on the top floor of a converted warehouse building downtown. The elevator ride up was silent, tense with crackling desire. Emily’s legs still trembled from the brutal fucking in the alley, but her core throbbed with anticipation for more. He unlocked the door and ushered her inside with a firm hand on her lower back. The place was masculine and dark – exposed brick walls, black leather couch, metal shelves lined with books and empty whiskey bottles. The air smelled like him – musky, spicy, and faintly smoky.

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

“They don’t like it when I say I’ve already been there.” “Hard to go somewhere you don’t believe in.” He mused. “True statement.” She agreed. “I pulled a few books for you. Don’t feel like you have to all of them. Or even any of them.” “I appreciate this. I’m not sure what to think about all of this.” “The woman? The feelings you have? Or the gifts she has?” Giving her a wry smile, he asked, “Do I have to pick just one?” “Absolutely not.” Ciara shuffled the books and pulled one out, handing it over. “This one is about ghosts. I also pulled a few about white covens.”

"Exactly. They even have a name. They call themselves The Cult of the Spear." "But... I don't understand. Wasn't this Demon Queen a horrible woman? Who bled several kingdoms and caused terror wherever she went?" "Yes, but she is seen as bloodthirsty and terrible mainly by dwarves, angels and people with elven blood in their veins. To some, especially the demons, she is Glory incarnate and should be praised forever and ever." "But she died!" "Demons don't die... Not like us." "..." "That secret that is kept with the thirty-six Templars.... I think that may be the key to what this Cult so desperately wants."