Deeper And Deeper Book Novels & Stories

A deafening metallic click echoed beneath the chamber. Every glowing line on the floor blazed brighter. The mountain trembled. And somewhere far below them... Something enormous began to awaken. The sound came from far below the library. It wasn't an explosion. It was older than that. Deeper. Like the slow heartbeat of a mountain waking from an endless sleep. The blue lines etched into the stone floor brightened until they resembled rivers of liquid light, flowing silently beneath the feet of everyone in the chamber. Their glow climbed the bookcases, reflecting from thousands of polished leather bindings and turning the library into a cathedral of shifting blue shadows.

growled pace savage slide depths stars burst flames coiling violet haze teased skin heightened touch free hand roamed pinching caressing moans ecstasy built legs locked heels digging urging deeper. "Alexander yes like that fuck my dripping cunt harder," whimpered bond amplifying sensations blinding wolves rut mental savage climax ripped clenching tight followed thunderous roar spilling hot collapsing entwined sweat glow. "Deeper," gasped post release eyes tender feral. "Yes," moaned flames ruin sensual bodies lingering afterglow tracing scars whispering promises. Harmonies deepened refusals tempting edge. Unity forged world rewriting glow alliances iron echoes bound now.

Midnight Neko and I softly stepped towards the entrance of the cave entrance – my second hide away spot that is now occupied by four special individuals. I hear the silent snores of them – poor things must be so tired from all that running. “Neko…fetch…” I whisper to my trusted friend , and he instantly agrees. He enters the cave , a place that I can not see in as their once burning fire is now dim and soon to go off. I hope he is able to retrieve her with out making a drama – and just as I thought it , I hear a loud growl.

"You're still unrepentant! I treated you so well, yet you hurt the person I loved the most! How could you be so evil?" Julia sneered and narrowed her eyes. "Who you love has nothing to do with me. I just wanted to marry you. Love was never part of this; I don't love you," she said bitingly. "I know you love me like a sister, but would you buy a house or a car for your sister? Would you buy me expensive handbags and diamond rings? I was fighting for my future. Why are you telling me about your feelings, of all things?"

So well, Malisa and Aiden's story hasn't ended yet as there would be a part two. I'll inform you guys about it when it's out... In the meantime, you guys can check out my other books. The Better Place : A very emotional story about decisions and how they affect our future. It's dedicated to my deceased friend, Jemmy.... ( Book is completed with 180 chapters . Available on, Goodnovel and Web Novel. ) Depressed ( love yourself ) : A unique book on learning to love oneself and building a strong self esteem... Also a book on Self discovery. ( Book is completed and is Available on N******t. )

Not even her breath can be felt. "Hannah?!" "Annie?!" We both whimper together with downcast hearts and shaky voices, and a faint cry of her baby escorts our voices in a faint echo, a moment of pure dreadful silence filling the entire room. ~~~~ Who is Hannah/ Annie? Is it the beginning of Deep And Ella's happy-ever-after, or the beginning of another nightmare? ~~~THE END OF BOOK ONE~~~ BOOK TWO TEASER!

They lead me through another hallway, the echo of my heels filling the air as we move forward. Welcome to the Underground. His words linger again... The words repeat in my mind over and over, until they start to sound like a sentence being passed. And as the doors close behind me, I know one thing for certain... whatever I thought fear was before tonight, I was wrong. Because this isn’t fear anymore. This is something deeper... and far worse...

The constant warmth. But deliberately going toward it rather than just feeling it was different. What I found when I looked at it properly was enormous. Not just warm. Deep. The way deep water is different from shallow water even when the surface looks the same. Layers of it. The initial recognition from the first night in the study. The weeks of building. The claim. The lock. All of it present in the bond like rings in a tree trunk, each layer visible if you looked closely enough. And underneath all of it. Running right at the foundation of it.

he called my name in a deep voice. I took a deep breath and quickly walked up to him. Then, I crouched down and met his eye level. I must have been incredibly nervous and timid. That was because I saw a tiny version of myself in his deep-set eyes, and even my lashes seemed to be fluttering. I secretly took a deep breath, plucking up my courage to raise my hand. Then, I held his hands, which were placed on the blanket. "Hello, Mr. Blackwell. I'm Leah Young," I said.

His familiar voice and handwriting triggered a wave of memories, dredging up the trauma of my father's death and the events that followed. I couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this man than met the eye. His nonchalant demeanor and cryptic remarks only fueled my suspicions further. Was he somehow involved in my father's murder? And if so, what was his connection to the Forte company? As I made my way out of the room, I couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. Time was of the essence, and I needed to uncover the truth before it was too late. But first, I needed to gather more information and piece together the puzzle that lay before me.