Eye Candy Book Novels & Stories

Each with flesh inside however, one piece of flesh is clearly a lot bigger than the others and when Christie looks at me confused I simply tell her that I wanted him to feel extra pain. The elder takes us into his backyard and what he has set out looks a little bit like a seance with an altar in the middle. It’s not what I expected, however I do have a good feeling about what I am trying to do. I pull out the spell book that I have been putting together with a few spells from the archives and a couple of small spells that I have made up myself then I turn to the page that I hope will break their mate bond and although it’s a spell, I have made up. It also has properties of other spells blend

I found myself admitting, in spite of the shame it brought me to say it. “That makes no sense, Ash. Who to?” Eden is stroking my hand softly. “You mean to Isla?” she questioned quietly. I raised my eyes to meet her beautiful blue eyes. One thing that I know Caleb cannot resist about his mate. So unusual and rare, and truly beautiful, and something their children had inherited. I slowly nodded, tears filling my eyes.

A full shiver racked Winnie's frame, and she stared at me fearfully for a moment before she suddenly shrieked at the top of her lungs while holding her head, attracting everyone's attention. "Quick, sedate her!" She ordered frantically. "She's hallucinating because of the fire, so we can't believe what she says! She's gone mad!" No one moved in response, only looking at her with puzzled expressions. Clearly, she seemed like the one who'd gone mad instead of me.

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.

Elias asked, shocked. Before anyone could answer, a bright light filled the cabin. Something appeared in the air before me—a book, old and worn, its pages flapping as if caught in a wind. It floated for a moment, then dropped into my hands. The moment I touched it, pictures flooded my mind: An old woman with silver hair facing a beautiful woman with black eyes. Blood dripping from stone walls as symbols glowed with blue fire. A man with a scarred face—Orion—holding a red leather book.

Enchanting silver eyes, long, long eyelashes, as brown as chocolate skin --- In short, an unearthly beauty! "Lovely to see you, too, Iri! Got a sniff of your smell on Care, my guess was right. You've been prying not only on my business but Orion's as well." "Keep your lectures to yourself! You belong to the Damned while I am one with the Blessed so I do not need your permission. You’ve fallen from His grace. You big DISGRACE!” she barked at him.

34 Easier said than done, both had stopped in an unruly way but the emotions and heat was there in the air. Ravi kept sitting or rather half lying with a lighter in hand looking at the beauty in front of him. It seemed like candy was there but you can't have it. The silhouette was equally sensual. The way Anamika wore the tee shirt she lay her hand on and then pajamas also. After wearing both then she took off her petticoat. She took out the candles from the drawer of the bed and went to him to get them lit. Though she couldn't see his eyes, she was still shy and blushing red. Ravi was expecting this only yet he kept his emotions at the back of his mind. He cleared his throat and said," I'm

" I didn't say anything at all. Instead, I tapped on the audio recording button before the phone battery was completely depleted. Huh… I thought Sylvia was pretty smart. It turned out that she was the world's biggest idiot. After that, Sylvia no longer spammed Marcus' phone. After all, I was in control of the only device that allowed her to contact Marcus. But I didn't expect her to be this crazy. To think that she'd send me photos of her and Marcus being physically intimate one by one. Well, Sylvia got her wish. I was triggered when I saw the photos. Instead of feeling heartbreak, all I felt was immense disgust. I couldn't stop myself from dry-heaving. Coincidentally, Marcus happened to ent

the eyes were not a painting on the book, she told herself, they were alive and real. The red eyes gazed at the angelically pure ones, Sara kept on staring into the eyes for few seconds before she could feel them wondering deep inside her head, they were penetrating and hypnotizing and stared directly at her naked soul, flipping her insides like pages, she felt herself being read and discovered like an interesting book that had no power over the hands holding it. her mind, unable to endure all the intensity, soon surrendered to darkness.

Emma said, walking deep into the living room. "Thanks." She walked to a set of shelves on the far side of the room, running her fingers over the spines of his books. A lot of them were classics, novels by Dickens, Voltaire, Dumas, Melville, and Hemingway. She smiled when her fingers ran over the spine of not one, but three copies of Mitchell's Gone with the Wind. There were modern novels, too, including Stephen King and Sidney Sheldon, but they didn't look as well read as some of the others.