Descent Book Novels & Stories

I don't have any pending assignments right now, so I thought I'd read a story on the Good Novel app first. Ever since I couldn't buy physical books anymore, I started reading different stories about fantasy and romance on this app. At least I'm having fun, especially when I'm stressed out over school work and other stuff. I'm reading Miss Thinz's story Her Ruthless Alpha because I love Erdy and Zerra's story. I hope I can find a man like Erdy. They're not just handsome and rich, but they're also really loving and caring. But those kinds of men can only exist in novels.

I was trying to be a good man, but I’m not a saint. Her eyes drop to my dick instantly which is standing straight up with a pearl of precum pooling at the tip. She licks her lips and the rest of my resolve fucking snaps.

There's a suffocating silence in the house, and I'm happy to let it keep on existing but again… I hardly ever get what I want. I'm reading one of my books, the one where the Alpha doesn't resent his wife and where he doesn't seem repulsed by the sight of her I'm right at the part after kisses and well detailed foreplay, the part where they fuck and hold each other all through the night, when I hear the rough purr of a familiar engine. Only one person has a truck that makes a sound like a demon possessed wolf growling. I'm out of my seat in a second, book forgotten on the windowsill and all thoughts of sex with a loving alpha out of my mind.

Book 2: Children of the Breeder Reeva “Reeva, you have to take some actual clothes, you know.” I look up at my best friend, Elaine, my hand stopping mid-air as it holds the massive tome on the influence of second-century Dark Forest architecture on world literature that I’m about to pack in my suitcase. She shakes her head hopelessly. “Your suitcase is full of books. I don’t think you’re going to want to run around the Green Mountain University campus naked. Though… it might be a good idea. I hear the guys there are hot!”

He was moving pretty slowly, but I could tell something was off about his vibe. He didn't accept what was written in that book, and that made the atmosphere here tense again. But he'd just smiled a moment ago. "Kael..." I called out to them gently. He didn't answer right away, he was still looking at the book. "The first descendant of the cursed soul will be the final gate." He spoke clearly and loudly, explaining the meaning of the ancient text to me, his gaze grew sharp because I knew Kaelith was holding back his emotions, which had suddenly surged.

The moment Jaine spoke about this sunken kingdom, her heart started to beat rapidly. “Only the descendants are allowed to read the book, each race has a copy, and as far as I have heard, no one would be willing to tell who holds the book now since it is considered a treasure, a blessing and a curse to be entrusted with the book. I was only able to read it since I was once a descendant, but after I failed to shift into a full-grown bear, I was cast out of the kingdom, even when I am the direct descendant of their late king.”

After a while, Samuel smiled gently and said, "Then I have to play with it to the end." Seeing that Velocisaurus was puzzled, Samuel smiled and said, "So many big shots came here. What does that mean? It means that the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book is not just about recording the name of the True Gods. It must have something extraordinary. That's why they want it." "You're right. But the problem is that they all died here. You..." Velocisaurus shook his head.

The Descent into the Heart The descent into the North Sea was a journey through the "Forbidden" past. As the bell reached the seabed, the "Echo" surrounded them. Sarah didn't see a monster; she saw a gallery of her family’s choices. She saw the faces of the people the Vanderwalls had stepped on to build their towers, and the faces of the engineers the Vances had sacrificed to build their engines. She stepped out of the bell, protected only by a "Resonance Shroud." She stood before the massive, pulsing heart of copper and light.

My eyes remained on the floor and nodded. The elevator continued its ascent, the silence between us becoming more uncomfortable with each passing second. The elevator doors opened, revealing the corridor leading to Isaac's office. As we stepped out, his secretary followed closely behind him. Isaac's steps on the white marbled tiles were precise and professional. The room was quiet, with only the sound of his shoes breaking the silence. His calculated stride showed his careful approach and attention to detail. I quietly followed their footsteps from behind—trying hard not to make a sound. I want to formally give Isaac the papers and explain the other ideas that I came up with.

His gentle face was framed by long eyelashes and perfectly shaped eyebrows. Ella felt that "handsome" was a pathetically inadequate word to describe the man; he was breathtaking, stunning, utterly captivating. His eyes, pools of sorrow, were hauntingly beautiful, each melancholic gaze piercing her very soul. His nose and lips were sculpted perfection; a delicate, aristocratic beauty that stole her breath away. His gentle face, framed by luxuriously long lashes and perfectly arched eyebrows, possessed an ethereal quality. He was, simply, the most breathtakingly beautiful man she'd ever seen. In her line of work, she encountered many handsome, even sexy men, but this man was different. He radi