Novel & Cerita Cult Books Fiction

The paper fell away, revealing an old leather-bound volume, its cover embossed with faded gold lettering in a language that looked like a mix of Latin and something far older. “Tah — Rituals of the Eternal Flame and Flesh.” A sex god. Not just any fertility deity — a lost god of desire, ecstasy, and carnal dominion. The dealer’s notes had been vague, but the title alone sent heat rushing through me. I opened the book carefully. The pages were thick vellum, illuminated with intricate drawings of a towering male figure with glowing eyes, surrounded by writhing bodies in states of rapturous abandon. As I turned the first page, a faint warmth spread through the room. The watching feeling returne

Even in the grip of death, Carla poured every remaining ounce of her will into the curse. Ana and Fernand exchanged glances but remained unmoved. A faint smirk played on Ana’s lips. “Save your breath, old woman. There’s no such thing as curses.” Carla’s eyes fluttered shut. Her body gave one final shudder, then fell still. The grand room descended into heavy silence, broken only by the distant hooting of an owl outside. Back in the present, rain still pattered softly against the roof of their modest home in Marinduque. Ana’s face was wet with tears as she finished recounting the terrible story. The weight of twenty years of buried guilt had finally lifted, yet it left behind a hollow ache.

Touched and angry at the same time. Touched that he'd cared enough to think about what I'd want. Angry that he'd been planning my imprisonment. I pushed those complicated feelings aside and kept browsing. The fiction section was extensive. Mystery novels. Thrillers. Fantasy. Literary fiction. And romance novels. A whole shelf of them. I pulled one out, curious. The cover showed a shirtless man with tattoos and a woman in a provocative pose. Very dramatic. Very over-the-top. I flipped it over to read the back.

"Hit you?" Stretch nodded, put another slice of cheese and cracker in her mouth. "The cult were assholes." She didn't say anything else. Didn't seem to notice that everyone in the room looked like they were searching for something to beat the shit out of. "Where did you get books that are so old? Do you have a library?" Kord blinked a couple times. Smiled. "Yes. Although Kiema blew most of it up. Graysten let me copy a lot of the books from the embassy."

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

This time Sebastian placed a black old tome on the same table. “This is what I’ve found when I dig deeper sir; 10 percent of the people who conspire against Lady Aurelia are cultists; the other 90 were in for their ambition and just want to fill their pocket,” Sebastian said while Zhu Wushang was checking the content within a tome. “This seems like the Necronomicon I’ve read, but it’s a very downgraded version.” Zhu Wushang commented after he had skimmed through the entire tome.

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

He pulled in, parked by the pumps. Stacy spotted it first. “What's that store over there?” Emerald leaned forward against the seats, eyes lightening up. “Let's check it out” The bell above the door jingled as they stepped inside. Dim red lights, black velvet curtains sectioning off corners, shelves packed with everything forbidden and fun. “A sex shop?” Kevin grinned, “now this trip keeps getting interesting.” Stacy wandered towards a wall of dildos in colors and sizes. Emerald joined her both last on the dildo shelf. Emerald picked up a thick veined one and held it appreciatively.

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

And I treat many people to coffee and tea for free - no need to worry about this. The coffee machine rattled noisily, grinding beans. —Where is your section with horror literature? Thrillers? “Everywhere,” Yuna looked around at all the shelves in her field of vision. — We have a shop with a narrow specialization, there is practically no popular literature, especially sentimental prose, women’s fantasy and ironic detective stories. But there is a variety of alternatives, horror, mysticism, thrillers, dystopias. In general, we buy everything that other stores take for testing sales. With second-hand books, things are similar.