Dirty Book Pages Mga Nobela at Kwento

Thank god. When I glanced back at the laptop again, I noticed that I could see the edge of a folder window behind the document. Clicking on it, I found myself staring at a large number of files. The folder was called "UNPUBLISHED WORKS". Quietly scrolling through the various files, I decided to pick another document randomly and see what it was like. Sure enough, it was another erotica story. After just a few paragraphs, I deduced that it was a story about a new intern being hired in at a company, and the owner's son entering into a "forbidden" fling with her. Unable to resist, I quickly scrolled through the pages, looking for another sex scene.

All manner of weird items such as wands, amulets, funny little dolls, jars of unidentifiable items and even skulls of very weird animals which Tara couldn't tell if they were real or not. The whole place was freaking her out and rain or not she decided to leave. But as she passed the last shelf before the door a book caught her eye. It big gold letters on the plain black leather cover was the title 'Sex Rituals in Black Magick'. She giggled quietly maybe it was just a strange porn shop after all. Still her curiosity had been awakened so she picked the book up.

There, she flipped it open and started poring over the drafts meticulously. The pages had all yellowed with age. Yvonne could smell the dusty and aged scent left by the passage of time. Yvonne flipped through the pages carefully. After all, she viewed the sketchbook as a treasure. When she reached the latter half of the sketchbook, she quickly picked up on a weird pattern. There were a few incomplete drafts drawn on consecutive pages, which ended with Tara scrawling over the pages messily. It seemed like Tara had been plagued with troubles at that time.

she stuck out her pinky. “RIde or die.” I said hooking my pinky with hers as we had done since we were kids. Albert came flying back in the room with a large, old book in his hands. The book was big and thick, the leather on the outside was cracked and the pages had yellowed. He laid it on the coffee table with a thud. He opened the book and I could hear the spine of it cracking as he laid it flat. He flipped through the pages carefully, the musty smell of old books wafted into my nostrils. The pages looked to be made of some sort of old papyrus paper that had turned yellow and become brittle over the years. It was then that I noticed Albert was wearing gloves while handling the book. I won

I simply looked around for my sketchbook. Near the coffee table, a half-dried towel lay on the floor. My sketchbook was pinned beneath it, one corner sticking out. I crouched down and pulled it free. The damp part of the towel had soaked through the back half. The pages were waterlogged, colors bleeding into each other—blue, green, red, all smeared into a muddy mess. My fingers trembled as I flipped through it. Page after page… Ruined.

“Still want some? He asked. His deep baritone voice echoed through the room. My thighs trembled. I could feel the wetness flooding between my legs. My legs weakened, melting under his intense stare. In an instant, he swept me off my feet, placing me on the counter as he drew closer, sniffling me. He was all I wanted. My mind drifted to my boyfriend, he was too old to satiate my desires. I could easily be mistaken as an s*x freak, and he couldn’t handle the passion and fantasy burning within me, but with this stranger, his tantalizing touch awakened a hunger I couldn’t ignore. My thoughts spiraled the moment his lips lunged onto my skin. The softness and wetness of his mouth got me dripping e

I smiled faintly. Oops. I tapped my pen lightly against my notebook, pretending to read the lines in front of me. But my mind? Still wandering. Imagining him standing closer. Imagining what would happen if that calm expression cracked even a little as my cunt kept dripping. “Gosh, how can a man be so hot and yet stubborn… just take me already, professor.” “Try focusing on the actual text,” Jeff said again. “Right,” I murmured. I flipped the page of my notebook, leaning down to grab my textbook from the door beside my chair.

“For you.” I could hardly believe it. Flipping through the composition book, I could make out pages upon pages filled with neat handwriting, what looked like ten chapters worth of reading, and even… a couple of smutty scenes. My cheeks warmed as I flipped to a random page and read something about the dragon turning into a man, and…

Maybe something worse. Then I found a folder buried deep in his files, invisible to the casual eye. I clicked it open and was met with a password prompt. I typed ‘order’. Denied. I hesitated, then typed ‘black book’, half joking. The folder opened. Rows upon rows of subfolders stared back at me, all under a single master file titled ‘BLACK BOOK’. So it wasn’t a ledger after all, it was a database. I should've known when my father wrote a digital black book.

He said before handing it over. The book was only a little larger than my palm, and the pages were so few that I frowned. Can this even be considered a book? Nevertheless, I flipped to the first page, only to see a blank space. But on the second page, I paused. It was a sketch of a black mark, very similar to the one on Lena's shoulder. There were no words written under the mark, so I flipped to the next page quickly. The next thing I saw was the mark staying in, and I furrowed my brows. On the next page, it was the same thing, and on the last page, what I saw was an enormous black wolf, having a hint of brown and white to its fur.