Fanfiction Book Binding Novels & Stories

It will be edited soon once we've finished the whole book. This is a work of fiction, and the views expressed herein are the sole responsibility of the authors. Likewise, certain characters, places, and incidents are the product of the authors' imagination, and any resemblance to actual people, living or dead, or actual events or locales, is entirely coincidental. Bound By Fate Copyright © 2020 Armeia Aguilar & Dei Orduna

Felix eagerly took the item from Leslie and saw it was a medical book. "Was Mr. Hoffman keeping this from me?" Felix cursed at his stingy mentor. "Why are all the pages blank?" He flipped through the book, only to find it empty. "Mr. Hoffman said you need to bind it with your blood to access its contents," Leslie explained. Felix's excitement grew. If it required a blood-binding ritual, it had to be something extraordinary. He pricked his finger and dripped blood onto the book. Like the harmonica, the book vanished and became one with his body.

I murmured, gathering my things. At Row D, I ran my fingers across worn spines: Lycanthropy and Legends, Moon-bound, The Silver Curse. My pulse quickened as I pulled a heavy volume free. I whispered to myself, “Could I really…?” “Could you really what?” a voice came from behind me. I spun to see Fiona standing there, arms folded, a curious smile on her face. “Fiona! You scared me.” “Sorry.” She peered at the book in my hand. “Werewolves? That’s… unexpected. Planning a Halloween prank?”

They were all beautiful and made the whole book look very impressive. The edges of the pages were gilt in two shades of gold, with a pattern of flames. And there was a large leather and gold clasp holding it closed which was engraved with more motifs of flames. The corners also each had a gold triangular brace, each with another fire opal in. Eliza stares at the book in wonder,

But when she pulled it free, her breath stopped. The book was unlike anything she had ever seen. Its cover was bound in leather so dark it seemed almost black, though in the right light it shimmered faintly with hues of deep crimson. Strange symbols—curved, jagged, and foreign—were etched into its surface, pressed deep into the hide like scars. No title marked its spine. A lock, thin and ancient-looking, sealed its pages.

WARNING Explicit stepmother/stepson incest (he calls her "Mom" while he's balls-deep) • Raw cheating on the husband/father • Rough degrading sex: choking, slapping, spitting, hair-pulling, "slut" talk • Bareback creampies, facials, swallowing • Almost-getting-caught adrenaline • Age-gap filth + forbidden obsession Arranged-marriage jealousy and heartbreaking goodbye sex This is NOT romance. This is pure, dripping, no-limits taboo erotica. About "Hooked on his Dick" One open door was all it took. Natasha walks in on her stepson Noah stroking the biggest cock she's ever seen and instead of walking out, her panties soak through. From that second, they're doomed. Secret quickies while Dad

He did not need to. The book was a specific physical object. Ernest had known what it would look like—he had seen the proofs, and had understood from the proofs what the designed object would be. But the designed object in the proofs was not the same as the designed object in his hands. The proof was the plan. The book was the building. The paper had a texture that the proofs had not conveyed—the slight roughness that caught the light, the weight that gave the pages the quality of substance without heaviness. The binding was sewn, not glued—the publisher had agreed to Don's request for the sewn binding, the binding that would hold, the binding that would not crack after years of use. The spi

Willow nods, she knows it will be. “I know; that’s why I’m putting several spells on it. One to hide the contents from anyone who hasn’t been given permission, one to bind the book closed so only I can open it, and another to make it invisible to everyone's eye when I’m not using it.” She has thought about it all, she will ensure no one can get into it.

Even then. “I took this the day after his father died,” she murmured. “He didn’t cry.” Then Vivienne rose and walked slowly to the tapestry frame. She lifted a small embroidered cloth from the basket beside it. “I started this when I was pregnant with him,” she said. “I never finished it. Sometimes, I think I didn’t deserve to.” Liara stood and stepped closer. “You were trying.” Vivienne met her eyes. “So are you. Don’t let anyone tell you that loving someone broken makes you weak.”

Suddenly, he stopped his movement, keeping his massive crown resting right between my wet lips. He tightened his grip on my hair, pulling my head up so I was forced to stare directly into his dark, seductive eyes. "Tell me, princess," he whispered, a dangerous, dark smirk spreading across his face. "If you're enjoying my dick this much in your mouth... what do you think it's going to do to you when I shove it inside your tight little pussy?”