Novel & Cerita Dark Smutty Books

"Why should I do that? Just because it bothers you? " “No, not because it bothers me, but because smoking is just gross. It stinks, is unhealthy and you have bad breath. You also get lung cancer from it and die. " He looked at me, took another drag, and then blew it right in my direction - again. “It is so very nice that you are worried about my health, but that is completely unnecessary. In case you missed it, I'm Venator. The probability that I will die from attack by a prole is a thousand times higher than that of lung cancer at some point. "

Out of all the books he had organized, it was the only one that didn't look so worn out. Near... SKALLIET I'M GOING TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING ABSOLUTELY BEAUTIFUL... Its large uppercase letters occupied a significant part of the book, its red color appearing beneath some spaces of the burnt and withered rose, arousing curiosity just like its name.

A door I assumed was a storage room led me into something that stopped me in the doorway for a full ten seconds. Floor to ceiling. Two levels connected by a narrow iron staircase. The smell of old paper and leather and something faintly herbal underneath, like someone had kept plants in here once. Damon. The mad alpha. The black wolf. Had a library? It was strange, and slightly amusing. I’d never been around this many books in my life. It smelled like escape and thrills. I ran my fingers along the spines of books. Then I tried to pick one when I heard footsteps behind me.

Not that Jon had anything to say to her. The day had been taken up by this seemingly fruitless search, until in the dingiest part of the store, in a crumbling red book published in 1900, he found the name. The Book of Sacred Magic of Abramelin the Mage was filled with weird double-talk, esoteric terms, confusing graphics, and yawn-inducing florid language, but the name was there—as was his invocation.

Then I recalled he once told me that he found out four years ago. "They're not... smutty. Just romance with a little..." I couldn’t finish the sentence because he was too right. All of my favourite books were downright smutty, especially the ones I read nowadays.

It wouldn't kill to explore. It was a library. A very very sad library. The only books here where history books not any type of history but vampire history books, school books, and some war novels with some mystery books here and there. Looks like their taste in books suck because why? Why would someone's library lack romance, sci-fi or even fantasy even though it's one. "Are you done crucifying my books?" Damian said slowly i didn't panic because i already knew he was there. "Nope not yet give me a second" i held my hands out "yhup I'm done" he laughed as he walked closer.

My body was filled with a wonderful lightness, and I felt like I could just float to the stars if I wanted. The box was filled with books, loads of books. And not just any ones— April Dove’s books. I picked up the one staring right at him. The already large grin on my face broadened as I stared at the pink, white, and red book cover and the name written in bold, sparkling pink font. ‘Our Hearts Are Always One, book two of the Pink Hearts and Sunshine series.’ The one I had asked Liam to give me. I picked up the book that was beside it, The Sunshine Is In Your Smile, the third book in the series.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

Cobwebs hung along the walls and the shelves that still had a few dirty old books. I watched as Liam searched through the dirty books, coughing at intervals as dust flew into his face. “You should be careful with that. It's dangerous.” “It's nothing…” His words were swallowed by another round of coughing as he finally picked out a book. “I found it.” His face was covered in the dust by the time he'd turned to face me, a dusty book in his grip. I scoffed. “What's so important about that…” My voice trailed off, and lips parted the moment I saw the book's cover.

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.