Eritica Books Novelas e Histórias

Elise couldn’t put the manuscript down. With each page she flipped, she wanted to flip more. The amount of information and deep secrets she had read in just the two chapters she read were overwhelming. It went as wide as uncovering what they did as well as some important deals their company- EEE group of companies did. She closed and looked at the manuscript and thought about Ludo. Where did she get all the information? she asked herself. “Mom!” Erica called out to her

Have you made any progress with the investigation? Lilli - Some. The next thing I know my phone begins to ring and I see that Lilli is calling me. “Hello?” “Hi Lance, it’s not safe to relay this information via text. The snakes were imported from Serpentia however, the person who brought them in originated from Equivale. It seems the enemy we seek is firmly based within your Kingdom. I’m sorry.” “Don’t be sorry Lilli, I am grateful to you for all your help on this. Now, if we can only find out who it is.”

When his gaze met hers, Eira looked away and increased her pace. "You'll be helping me arrange these books in the library." The platinum blonde haired teacher said in a scolding tone and shamelessly Eira followed her. As she worked, Dove seemed too interested in her personal life. "Where's Mr Gilbert today?" Eira cleared her throat and biting her lip lied, "He's sick." "Where do you stay, Eira?" She asked, passing her a few more books titled variedly among Occult Sciences, Studying the Myths of Occults, Witchcraft Practices. She decided she had to read these books, even though she wasn't particularly fond of reading.

He laid the text on the table and sat in front of us. "This is the Book of Miracle Items. All you need to know about the Miracle Items are in this book," he said. "Now, we are going to explain to you what are the different Magical Items you need to get for Erica for her to go back to her world!" He opened the book on the table. He looked at the book's contents and then looked at us thoughtfully. "Listen carefully," he ordered us.

He continued, voice dropping lower. “An erotic novel. Quite explicit. The heroine was bent over her boss’s desk, skirt around her waist, getting fucked hard while he called her a dirty little slut.” My cheeks burned bright red. I wanted the floor to swallow me whole. I had been reading during my short break, thinking no one would return. I opened my mouth to apologize, but no words came out. Adrian stood up slowly and walked around the desk like a predator. He stopped right in front of me, towering over my seated form.

All of them turned on me with matching expressions of rage. "I'm sorry, I didn't-" I started. "You didn't what? Didn't see me? Didn't care?" Erica's face was red "Goddess, you're so useless you can't even walk down a hallway without causing problems!" I bent down to help pick up the books. My hands reached for the nearest one - a thick textbook on magical theory - but before I could grab it, Erica's foot came down hard on my fingers. I winced as pain shot through my hand. I bit down on my teeth to keep from crying out. I refused to give her the satisfaction.

I tried to hide the book, but I was too slow. It wasn't my mother. It wasn't Chadwick. It was Erica. She stood there, looking like a serpent in a silk robe. She didn't look shocked, she looked victorious. She snatched the book from my lap before I could breathe. Her eyes landed on the drawing of Chadwick with the silencer, and a slow, wicked smile spread across her face.

She smiled, placing her hands on her waist. "Really? there's a library? Yes!" I clenched my right fist frantically in the air, excitement written all over me. Back at home, A Library was an abomination. I guess I forgot to mention there was a rule about books also? Well, here it goes. Eric had concluded that books lie. He had this ludicrous theory that books trap people. He said it's similar to a disease, a terrible sickness that has no cure. Makes humans rapted in an imaginary world, completely forgetting what reality brings.

She was barely a year old, her small fingers curled against the fabric of his shirt, her breathing soft as she drifted between wakefulness and sleep. And Cassian? He read to her—not just words, but memories, the pieces of Eris she would never get to know, the stories that had shaped their world before she was born. The worn leather-bound book had belonged to Eris, filled with historical accounts, political lessons, and handwritten thoughts she had once scribbled in the margins—small glimpses into her mind, into the way she saw the world. Cassian traced his fingers along the edge of the pages, exhaling slowly before reading aloud.

“You had a book about those the day I first met you.” His posture seemed to straighten ever so slightly the moment I said that, as if he were surprised I remembered that detail. “That’s right, I suppose I did.” “What else did it say? Was it a book of folklore?” Eric sighed. “It… was an old book, and very outdated—to the point that I’m not entirely sure how much of it was true or not. I wish I could sate that curiosity, but…” he hesitated, “I would do you a great disservice to spread something that might be wrong.” He thrummed his fingers against the table. “If it’s history you want, perhaps I could interest you in the legend of the Moon Goddess, or… or maybe the alpha king who was cursed by