Fanfiction Book Binding Novels & Stories

Catalina’s POV. I was making Luca’s bed nice and neat, gently smoothing out the sheets while he was in the bathroom. The room was so still and quiet, which felt really different from all the thoughts racing around in my head. While I folded the blanket and set it neatly on the edge of the bed, I couldn’t help but notice the vanity table nearby. A piece of paper was there, a bit crumpled, with its edges curled from being held tightly. Feeling a bit curious, I picked it up and took a closer look at the drawing. A little boy with dark hair was holding hands with a blonde woman who had a bright, warm smile. A sleek black Maserati stood out in the background. My heart felt heavy.

he wiggled his eyebrows at me comically and I laughed, nodding. He grabbed one of the boxes swiftly and handed it to me. It was the biggest one because my tiny hands were barely keeping it in place. He had a lazy, urging smile that I found sexy playing on his lips. I looked away from him and unknotted the ribbons. I pried the cover open and my eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as I retrieved the first book. "André!" I whisper-yelled, my voice laced with awe. Being a bibliophile had its perks because as I looked through the four books, with somewhat modern yet vintage covers in mature colours, alongside intricate golden threadings, I knew they were Fantasy books. Dark Romantasies.

“I’m open to just about anything. I’ve never tried anal, but I’m not against it. I really liked the scenes in 50 Shades of Grey where the woman got tied up. That seems like it’d be really hot. I don’t know. What else is there?” My hips began to slowly thrust as my need began to grow. “There are a lot of other things. There’s various types of pain, sensory deprivation where I take away your sight with a blindfold or put earplugs in, there’s playing with other people, and there’s fisting to name just a few of the possibilities. How do those sound to you?” “Everything sounds really good to me, except the fisting stuff. That’s not okay. I don’t want a loose pussy, and I definitely don’t want a l

It is my escape. The signs stretch around the block, and inside are tiers of shelves so high they touch the rafters. It smells of aged parchment and earth. I stroll the aisles, flipping through tales of fated mates and forbidden bonds. I settle on a story about a powerful leader and his bonded—it feels ironic. I take it to the stone counter. The elder scans the binding with a wink. "A classic." "I bet I know how it ends," I say. "I bet you don't," she replies.

I reached the reading table. There was a book on it. Face down, open, the spine slightly worn from being held many times in the same position. I recognized the binding; I had seen books from this series before, in the palace library, part of a collection on the history of shifter bonds in Aetherwyn. I picked it up carefully and turned it over. The chapter heading at the top of the open page read: Suppressed Bonds and Their Consequences. I stood at the table in the quiet library and looked at that heading for a long time.

I say gifted because it literally fell out of the shelf packed with fantasy and folklore books, and right on top of my head as we walked past. The title makes my theory even more concrete. Half Mating: History and Magic. The Lore of a Uno-bind. Silence stretches between us after I ask the question, and then Brie cuts through it with a voice slightly higher-pitched than usual. "You're awfully invested in that book. What exactly are you looking for?" At the sound of her voice, I raise my head, locking eyes on her slitted pair. I fake a smile and flip the book shut with far more force than is necessary.

Ezra had noticed this yet he fell hard for him. The problem was, Kendall only ever treated him like a bro. A roommate. A guy you'd share instant noodles with at midnight, borrow ten bucks or a benjamin from, a guy he'd occasionally elbow in the ribs during late-night Dirt 5 gaming sessions. Ezra got Kendall's attention sure—but never in the way he wanted. Kendall saw him only as plain, ordinary, Ezra. So, Ezra had done something stupid. Something very reckless. He’d created Maya—a female catfish Winstagram account, with photoshopped pictures of a Brunette girl from Stock photos. He had replied Kendall's story about Kafka being possibly better than Dostoyevsky.

She gasped as I tightened my grip and pulled her face up until our noses were touching. “How dare you, Lyra? You signed your pathetic life over to me and I can do and say whatever I please to you. You hold no position to speak to me in that manner.” I snarled and her breath hitched as she started trembling. “Every time you fucking breathe it better be with a reminder that you’re mine! Disobey me and I’ll remind you exactly who you’re bound to.” I snapped and pushed her away roughly.

But that only made it hotter, my clit pulsing against his thigh as I chased the build-up. “What if someone comes?” I whispered against his lips, but he just kissed me harder, tongue fucking my mouth. LThen they’ll hear you begging for my cock. Now, sit on the chair.” He pushed me toward the studying chair, and I dropped into it, legs spread wide, pussy glistening under the lamp light. He loosened his tie, wrapping it around my wrists, binding them behind the chair back. The silk bit into my skin, holding me in place, vulnerable and exposed.

she murmured, tilting her head. Drawn by fascination, she found the rolling ladder attached to the bookshelf and climbed carefully. Her fingers trailed over several thick volumes—Blood Oaths and Moonlight, Fangs of Fire, The Treaty of Shadows. The illustrations on the covers were beautiful yet chilling, with fanged creatures, glowing eyes, and moons stained crimson. With great care, she pulled down four books and descended, arms full. She found the oversized reading chair near the window and curled into it, flipping open the first book.