Explicit Books Novels & Stories

Raff breathes as everyone surges forward to explore the new space. “This is it,” Robert says, holding up a thick ancient-looking book. The cover is made of what looks like delicate leather but there are no markings on the cover to indicate what it is. Deacon takes the book from him and opens it with care. The script is handwritten and as he flicks through the pages it is clear to see that many different people have written in this book, using different writing styles and tools. “What about the branding kit? Do you see it?” Luke asks, drawing everyone’s attention back to the task.

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

Much like he'd looked as he had stood on Carrie's porch watching the clouds slowly travel across the sky while calmly sipping his coffee despite the chaos going on around him. Ben returned carrying a load of books in his arms. He heaved the heavy books onto the table before me. I looked down and was surprised at what I saw there. I didn’t know what I had expected. With all that had happened, I had envisioned fantasies of witchcraft, vampirism, mutants, and numerous other explanations involving mythological figures but this I hadn’t anticipated. At the very top of the considerable pile of books lay the King James Bible. “Just the tip of the iceberg, baby.” Richard said as he looked at me and

It was industrial, bolted and so out of place. He didn’t say anything, he just keyed in a code, waited for a soft click and then the air hissed the way do. The lights inside flickered to life one after the one, revealing rows upon rows of books, bound in leather, ribbon, and velvet. Stacks of brittle notes, sealed drawers, scrolls in temperature-controlled glass. Nirvana feet took action before she could stop it and her eyes looked around as if trying to assimilate everything and commit it to memory.

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She quickly averted her gaze. “W-w-why would I do that?” With hasty steps, she entered Grimbooks. I chuckled, following her. *** I ordered her course books while Xanthea wandered among the life-sized anatomical models from all weird angles, drawing in attention and chuckles from the passersby. I knew she’d enjoy herself here, but I was getting super bored. I flipped through a book and it was all black and white words with no pictures except for the complex diagrams. ‘What in the devil did I just see? Bleach your eyes, Ezra. Why are there so many small words in these books and why are these books forming a tower?’ Odeus grumbled in my head. He was just as bored as I was.

She knew what people in her school were like -exactly the way Leo just described which was one of the reasons why she preferred to keep to herself. Leo cleared his throat, "Tell me about yourself." Annie was taken aback, still surprised that he actually did want to get to know her. "Like what?" Leo shrugged, grinning a little. "Anything. What's your favourite movie?" "I prefer books," Annie mumbled, feeling pathetic but being honest. "The books are better than the movie versions, anyways," Leo chuckled causing Annie to perk up, not thinking he would think the same as her. "What's yours?" She then asked, leaning back against the booth, feeling a little more comfortable now.

"Traffic near the campus was brutal because of the graduation rehearsals. Besides, I brought gifts." "Gifts? Maverick, I'm trying to empty the apartment, not add more things to it," I said, though I couldn't stop the smile from spreading across my face. "Relax, it's not heavy," he said, reaching into the pocket of his hoodie which he had dropped onto a chair. He pulled out a small, rectangular object wrapped in simple brown paper and handed it to me. I took it from him, tearing the paper open carefully. It was a book. Specifically, a highly technical manual on advanced software architecture and data structures. There were neat, small sticky notes poking out from almost every single chapter.

“I can get it for you. What’s the name of the book?” I froze. I couldn’t come out and name it; the book didn’t necessarily have a title, per se. I ran a hand through my hair, leaving it standing on end. “It doesn’t have a title.” Another pause. “Your… book doesn’t have a title?” “It’s not really a book, necessarily. More of a series of historical notes.” “Ok,” Mark said, clearly unphased. “What does it look like?” “It’s dark green.” “How do you know?” Mark mused. He had a point.

"I'm done with the letter." Chiara nodded her head and continued working on her laptop. Xavier glanced around the room, not sure of what to do. He had checked the laptop for incriminating information, but all he saw was games and songs, there was no file on the laptop and the browser history was clear, absolutely nothing. He stared at the bookcase in the room, it was filled with different business and marketing books, he wondered if she actually read them. A book caught his eyes and he looked closer at it, it was titled 'Expressions and Emotions: How to understand them'. He read the title on the spine again, to be sure he had not imagined it, it was correct. 'Why would she read something lik