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I move carefully, lifting porcelain figurines, wiping the mahogany tables, trying to make myself small. The door opens. Cassiel enters, carrying a leather-bound book. He ignores me, sitting in a high-backed armchair near the unlit fireplace and opening his book. I freeze, then resume my dusting on the far side of the room, terrified of making a sound. I climb the small step ladder to reach the top of a bookshelf. As I stretch, my foot slips. I gasp, the ladder wobbling dangerously. I grab the shelf to steady myself, my heart leaping into my throat.

And beneath her name, in smaller letters: …Book of Forbidden Desires… My hands froze. I should have closed it. Returned it unopened. Demanded she redo the assignment properly. Instead, I opened to the middle page. Fantasy #11: The Masked Party My heart flipped as I read her fantasies. She might not have been a great biology student, but she was exceptional with details.

I tried to slipped into her mind. " Diana, can you hear me?" I called her name. She twitch her eyes and changed her sleeping position again back to where she was facing the ceiling. Before I continued to explore her bodies with my mind, I filled her thoughts once again with immoral images to let her body interact through my thoughts. After awhile, she mumbled softly on my head. " Yes, but who are you?" She asked me. I smirked on my bed. " I'm your Incubus and you will do whatever I asked you to do!" I told him in my mind.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.

From my emotions and feelings towards her, I was still like a reader reading the book with the b*tch butting into the story. I walk my way where I could find total silence, the library. There were no students around and only the librarian is there. I step inside and I was overwhelmed with silence, this is what I want, peace. I move my feet slowly, looking at the book, trying to grab a masterpiece. There were thick and thin books. I look at the story titles one-by-one. I went to the fantasy section. The Magic Of The Bottle The Lost Genie The Werewolves Mate The Bloody Moon

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.

***ABOUT THE BOOK*** The Elf King & I is a romance/humor/fantasy fiction set in the fictional world called Aldous (+ a few more) and the real world, USA. The relationships of the characters are: - BxB for main couples. - BxG for others. This story is bound to have some silly events to depict comedy scenes for a good-time laugh. Nevertheless, though the story may start light-themed at first, it is recommended to brace yourself for a heavy plot in the future.

' I thought as I remembered the book that I had read. The book was about the legendary Queen from before 5-6 centuries, and the front cover of the book was a white female wolf growling at the moon. "This isn't what it looks like, right?" I heard someone say near me, or should I say Carla before she growled loudly.

I think I saw someone familiar to me and I just can't figure it out who. The lady walked farther to my direction. I swear, she's very familiar to me. I brushed off the thought and just made my way to the library. When I reached the library, I picked the table afar from the students. I sat down and plugged in my earphones, then started playing some instrumental songs. I took out the new book that my mother bought me. It was entitled: Cast a Spell on Me; it was a fiction-fantasy book. I was indulged reading the story when someone poked my shoulder. I looked up to see Lucas, waving his hands at me.

I fold my legs beneath me, and bring out my phone. A book can keep my awake so I surf the internet. Quickly I see a lot of fantasy books, but I’ve never really gravitated towards those. I don’t know what pushes me though. Maybe I’m just tired of being oblivious or my mother’s thesis, or the strange recurrences, I click on the first book I see and buy it. It takes only a second. I scroll past the forward and settle on the first chapter.