Ensnared Book Novels & Stories

His fingers felt magical, and everywhere they touched would make me want even more of him. A low, rough voice brushed against my ear, each word carried on a hot breath that sent shivers down my spine. It was burning me up with excitement and thrill. "My dear, you've got such a tempting body. I bet you want it really bad, don't you? Why don't you let me give it a try? I promise you'll love it…"

"Socialite Secrets: The CEO Was Fake All Along! The Real Tycoon Held Back for 7 Years Before Showing Himself!" "The End of a Gold-Digger: Wendy Lindell and Zachary Shea Have Been Prosecuted for Embezzlement, Fraud, and Other Heinous Crimes!" The news was all over the internet. All of Wendy's and Zachary's illegally attained assets had been frozen and auctioned off in order to pay off the amount of money they had embezzled from Howards Corp. The only thing in their future was a long prison sentence. As for Lindell Corp, it underwent an emergency reorganization.

It didn't stain his skin; it ran off his knuckles like pure, heavy water, leaving behind a faint scent of cedar and old library shelves. "We’re off the page, Sara," he said, his voice dropping into a low, gravelly timbre that felt grounded in a way the Sovereign's echo never could. "The Author’s desk, the Fourteenth Seat, the Enforcers... they were all trying to keep the ledger from closing. But this harbor isn't a ledger. It’s the reservoir where the unused words go to drown."

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

A single sprig of mistletoe was tucked behind his ear, and his cock which was thick, flushed,and curved slightly upward, stood proud against his abs, untouched. He didn’t speak. He just lifted the blindfold. I nodded, breathless. He tied the blindfold and there was darkness again. He guided me to the wide ottoman in front of the fire, and laid me down on my back atop a blanket of faux fur. My arms were stretched above my head, wrists caught in soft velvet restraints that clicked to a hidden ring beneath the ottoman. My ankles were spread and secured the same way, open and helpless, like an offering.

So Proserpina moves on to the next row, then the next one, and the next one, on and on until she was literally kneeling like a child on the floor when she finally comes across a book third to the last on the bottom row in between a skinny book and leather bound one; the book was silver-gray, small and light in her hands and the cover seemed to have some sort of glossy material in it as it twinkled when she turned it here and there… ‘Kind of a child’s storybook,’ she noted. The book was almost as big as her palm and seemed to have pages as what one would expect from a novelette. She carefully opens it up to the first page–not wanting to have a repeat of another destroyed book because a destro

She widened her eyes when she saw Sena thrust a book towards her. "Huh?" DDira was so surprised, she did not immediately take the book. She looked alternately at the book and Sena with confused looks. "Take it." Sena spoke briefly, then put the book on the table because Dira still didn't take the book. After saying that, Sena then walked away, leaving Dira who was still too shocked to show any reaction. After a long silence while staring at the book, then she took the book with trembling hands. Her eyes scanned the contents of the book, and the next second she could hear Deon's astonished voice,

If he can see every move I make, how will I ever make a move against him? During my rampage of a small bookshelf on the wall next to the bed, I find classic books such as, The Catcher in the Rye, Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and so on. Spotting amongst the classics a leather bound book with no title or author. I slowly open it and inside handwritten pages are revealed. May 12th 1998

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”

I'm so distracted by my thoughts that I don't notice that there's something just under my bed until I accidentally kick it. What was that? It was hard. I get on my knees and look. My eyes find a book, leather-bound and thick, yet small compared to the others. I know this book. It's the one that got me suspended for two weeks. The book about the Emberborns. I stare at the book in my hand, growing angrier with each passing second. Who the hell came into my room to put it here? These people are really trying to get me in trouble. If this is found here...