Dune Book Author Novels & Stories

Thousands of abandoned books rested upon the silent sand. Some were half-buried. Others lay open, their pages completely blank. The woman whispered, "These are all unfinished stories..." The First Reader nodded. "Every story abandoned by its Author eventually arrives here." Adrian stepped onto the cold sand. The moment his foot touched the shore... every abandoned book trembled. One by one... their pages began turning. Not by wind. By recognition. A faint whisper rose from every direction. "Author..." "Please..." "Finish us..." Thousands of voices.

he said in amazement “Yes. And I apologized for your death.” Navi looked straight in the man’s eyes and calmly asked, “If I’m dead, then who are you?” “Don’t tell me…” he paused “You’re an alien, aren’t you?’ his eyes widened as he continued. The Old man grinned, trying to suppress his laughter. “I guess I’m the one who you could call God in your world” “God?” he replied back “Yes.” He answered “I control things and do the best for each one of the creation. I create storms, global

I change into a pair of leather pants and a bra strapping my sword to my waist. While I'm changing, Flavius wanders around the room, lightly brushing his fingers across the many bookshelves I have carved out of the mountain wall. "When I thought of your room, I never thought of so many books. I thought it would be full of weapons and armor," he says jokingly. "I love to read, honestly," I respond. "I’m surprised, though; you even have books written in other languages," he remarks. "There is a lot of great literature that came from the elves and the fae. As a dragon, I am fluent in all languages. I only have to hear the language once, and I can speak it," I tell him nonchalantly.

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Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

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Bene nodded before following Doctor Elion out of the room. Declan reached for a book on the bedside table and flipped through it absentmindedly. A few seconds later, he closed it and stared at the title. —DESPERATION— The author's name was Maya A. Windleburl. Ridiculous. What kind of book was this? And what kind of silly author name was that? Everything was mildly irritating at the moment. Everything around him seemed to be mocking the recent life choices that had somehow led him to this moment.

Did he really just write his name using his cum? There is only one book I’ve read where the morally grey character did that. I remember it vividly because my jaw was on the floor and if the author had asked for my soul to bring him to life, I would have said yes without hesitation. Not only is Dane giving me big bad daddy Dom, but in a short period, he’s given me everything I need. But this? He’s doing the Goddess’ work by bringing a smut slut’s dreams to life.

I heard Alex, “We’re here.” Dune asked, “What made you think that whole tornado thing was a good idea?” I stood up fast and tried to hide the dizziness, “I will do whatever it takes to keep you away from me.” Dune laughed, “You really think this will do that? I have been holding back, because I care about you. But now, you’ve pissed me off. I will not let you leave here and you will be marked and mated tonight.” He jumped after me and I found the dagger that I had pulled out of my leg. As he landed on top of me, I put the dagger on my chest, pointing up, too late for him to change direction. The look of panic on his face was priceless. While the impact knocked the breath out of me, I quickly

I go through all the books as Gunner watches me, still not sure what I’m doing. I set the last book down and look over at him. “Did you figure out what you needed to?” He asks, and I purse my lips again. “I’m not sure what I figured out, but I think I’m onto something. More then half of these books were written by Albert Windshion and all of them written by him were written in the last fifteen years.” I explain and his face scrunches together, then he turns and picks up one of the books written by him. “What do you think that means?” He asks, and I shrug. “I don’t know, but don’t you find it strange? Maybe he knows something? Maybe the reason we’re not learning anything new is because there’