Eye Candy Book Novels & Stories

There was a time when precisely because of my eyes the loneliness I form I participated in my trainings what made me even lonelier and it was precisely because of him and thanks to him being the only one who did not fear me that I was able to advance so much in such discipline. … On Sunday it is noticeable in the atmosphere next to a tranquility as much too overwhelming morning after helping grandma in the chores and after lunch I go up to my room to rest. When I open the door, my eyes stumble on that small shelf that welcomes me to my room, my eyes immediately turn to the new book I had recently bought, in its paste it shines in a bright red color framed next to some eyes that shine in a ye

I thought of preparing to produce in large quantities of ancient godly pellet for Justine so I passed the forest at airport hills and picked some of the ingredients and went home. I thought of going through the remaining two books to access what the book contains. Having eaten some fruits to my satisfaction I sat down behind the three books. I didn’t waste much time on the elixir production book. I took the third book to look at the caption. Behold it was chanting for astral power to rule the world, all the episodes. I quickly began to flip through the book to check if the book really contains all the episodes. It was from volume one up to volume twenty. I couldn’t hide my excitement. But I

His hands shook as he handed them over to Ren. "Thank you. Do not start healing the nerves just yet." Ren wrapped the eyes up in a very thin cloth and tucked them away. "Such a beautiful pair. I am almost jealous. You are an exquisite man. Care to follow me?" Ren asked while placing his hand over the Elder's eye sockets. A few looking at him oddly. But Jackson pulled out a book going over it. A few looking at the passages in regards to certain eyes of cultivator type developing. Elder Yonni's eyes did match a few pages.

She was just too oblivious, and innocent. Do give my other books a try, Not Mine: Drak mafia marriage. I*******m:@tildamorte

She doesn't want to put her in a difficult situation. "And, what do you mean by human like you? Aren't you Encantadas?" "Technically we're not Engcantados, we are a local Islander, they lured us inside here. We can't anymore go back to the Island because we ate the black rice. That black rice will enchant you forever. Once you eat it, you can never return," she holds her hands while shaking. "Young miss, save yourself from here" her last words while she runs back to the kitchen.

“It’s called Emerald Eyed Luna. I have really liked these werewolf books. It’s funny how they portray us!” “Human authors writing about something they don’t know anything about, awesome.” The thick sarcasm earned me a glare. “You should try loosening up a little. Maybe this sex scene will give you some pointers.” She held up her phone to me. Glancing down, the first word I saw was pussy. Not a bad idea but I didn’t need help. If last night wasn’t proof enough, I think I am good. “That’s okay. I think I got a handle on that stuff.”

I still needed to clean the floor and the rest of the tables, but she offered to wait for me, armed with one of her erotic fantasy books of the moment and a cup of coffee. The cover of the book positioned next to her hand, which was made in gold tones and with a mask drawn in dark calligraphy, shone for a moment from the corner of my eyes, and I looked quickly, almost deceiving myself into thinking that Zylah would be shining in that same tone of gold. Sometimes my eyes deceived me when I looked quickly at Anne, seeing her brown hair shining with the golden tone like a second skin, just so that I blinked and the mirage disappeared. "To begin with..." I began to say, wetting the mop and putti

"A repository of the realm's deepest truths and insights." Elysia's eyes shimmered with curiosity and anticipation. "It's said that the Oracle's wisdom has guided seekers for generations. Let us unravel the mysteries it holds." As they approached the tome, a gentle whisper seemed to echo through the chamber, a melody of forgotten words. Elysia's hand hesitated above the tome, and with a deep breath, she opened it to reveal pages adorned with intricate scripts and symbols.

Its taste was a symphony of deliciousness and creaminess, it was unlike any candy I had ever tasted before. “I made it myself,” Diana said. I hadn't even noticed when she walked back into the room. “It’s really good. What did you put in it?” I asked. “A witch never discloses her secret poisons,” she replied with a wink. She grabbed the book from Liam and placed it on the counter, causing dust to spew from it and into my face. “Sorry love,” she apologized, then opened the book, “This book has almost the answers you might be looking for.”

Emma hated violence, and she had never read a book detailing such raw brutality. But this wasn't just a mere book. Someone had written it—like a twisted, violent diary. She desperately wanted to believe that it was just a random story, but if it was just normal fiction, why was she so incredibly drawn to it? What was so odd and magnetic about that black book?