Dandy Books Novels & Stories

Joyce fired. "Not really. But from their covers, I can tell they're way boring" Derek maintained. "Books make a man. All the successful people today read books. Even your father here" Joyce insisted. Dylan chuckled nervously. He couldn't actually remember the last time he opened a book that wasn't related to accounts and deals and ledgers, all belonging to his businesses. It had been definitely ages since he actually read books. "Since he's on holiday, let's let him play games for some time. He'll be sure to read later" Dylan chipped in.

This is the first time I entered the vicinity but the abundance and arrangement of the books look the same back in Pandora. I sweep my gaze into the row of book dividers and some books are familiar like an atlas, encyclopedias, and other stuff. I wonder if he read all these books. Even these books are written by Nicholas Sparks, Danielle Steele, and others stuff. Does he have this kind of taste? Or maybe they just put these books here to fill the space. I checked all the books where it is stories and I found one which perks up my interest.

"What is he, a Cullen? Are you hooking up with a vampire? Does he sparkle in the sun?" ​"I am being serious!" I argued, throwing another pillow at her. "I am just saying, what if there is a guy out there who is actually decent?" ​"Decent is just another word for boring, Harper," Chloe snorted, waving her hand dismissively. "Who wants sweet? You want a guy who is going to completely wreck your bed, not talk about feelings under a pine tree." ​My stomach entirely twisted. She was completely right. I wanted the heavy, terrifying dominance. I wanted Vance. But I was desperately trying to convince myself that I could survive with a normal guy like John.

With effortless strength, he lifted me onto the polished surface, shoving aside a stack of leather-bound books and papers that had scattered across the floor with soft thuds. His hands roamed greedily, sliding up my thighs, pushing the hem of my short dress higher, palming my breast, pinching my hard nipples through the thin fabric of my bra until my nipples ached, then sliding between my thighs, he pushed my soaked lace thong aside and plunged two thick fingers straight into my cunt. “Fuck,” he muttered against my neck, his breath hot as he nipped at my skin. “Soaking my hand like a desperate little whore already. This pussy is dripping for Daddy, isn’t it?’

Dane chuckled, coming and sitting beside me and taking the bag to look through it. "You can keep them, honey." He said softly, pulling out another near-destroyed book of Grimm fairytales. "But I think we can find you some newer copies to use for reading and we'll keep your originals in the personal library." He smiled at me, waiting for my response to the offer. Annie enjoyed being bratty and demanding to Dane. "Can I have them in a glass case with a 'do not touch' sign?" He chuckled, kissing my cheek. "Whatever you want."

Her body flinched at my words, but another wave of shivers covered her arms. “Dirty little doll.” The more I talked, the more her nipples were standing at attention, the more her breathing was getting heavier, the more her hands were gripping the fabric they were tied with. My fingers traced her leg. “I bet you are one of the people who like reading p**n books in public. ” I moved to her other leg, gripping her ankle. “I bet you keep a straight face while your panties are getting soaked.

One night only. Liora laughed at first. But she was curious. And lonely. She whispered, “I want someone exciting… someone who knows exactly what he wants.” The book glowed brighter. A warm wind blew through the library even though all windows were closed. Then she heard footsteps. A tall man stepped out from between the shelves. He had messy black hair, sharp green eyes, and a dangerous smile. His clothes looked old-fashioned a dark shirt open at the chest and black pants. He looked like he walked straight out of a pirate story.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

My eyes lit up and I immediately forgot about his wardrobe and went in that direction instead. Books. Several books. They were neatly arranged. The first line was filled with historical books. Mostly about our origin and conquests. The other parts were filled with sci-fi, fantasy books, comics and thrillers. I never knew Damon to be an avid reader. I guessed I judged the book by its cover. A particular book caught my eyes. It was at the end of the shelf. I knelt and pulled it out. It was heavy. I turned the book over to read the title.

I turned to lay properly when I found my father in law at the door watching my wet, soaked pussy. My eyes flew open and I quickly wore my gown properly and sat on the bed. My face burned out of embarrassment. As I watched him stand there, I couldn't help but watch his bare chest. As far as I'm concerned, Damien's dad was 46 yet sexy. He was all Damien wasn't. He had abs, he was very tall and handsome and he didn't age at all. My gaze dropped down to find him wearing joggers and even with that, I saw his inches. It was freaking big.