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There were astronomy books, biology, some fiction and nonfiction, and some science fiction. I didn’t hesitate to crack open some of the books. Reading put me in an entirely new world filled with endless possibilities. The more knowledge I gained, the more I felt as if I could conquer almost anything. A strong slave could be dangerous, but a smart slave was practically lethal. The feeling of a freshly opened book was like no other. I rubbed my fingers across the pages and felt the magnetic pull it had on my eyes. The softness of each page with its hardened exterior sent a warmth through my body that no human could ever provide me.

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I despise him so much and it is so hard to hide from this world when you know that every corner of this Academy is shouting Cayden's name. We just went to the shelves and I looked for a book to read because. I was thoroughly checking the books when I touched a book and it felt like I was suddenly electrocuted so I immediately let go. Shit, is this what they call static? I was curious, I looked at the book and I raised my hand again to touch it and this time I was not electrocuted. I took the book and looked. It is a brownish color book with moleskin. It looks old but still, it is in a good condition. I just read the title of the book.

There was something about that book—something unsettling and yet oddly comforting. I finally had a thirty-minute break between deliveries, and I grabbed the book, almost instinctively, as if my hands knew what my brain was hesitant to accept. The moment my fingers grazed its cover, a strange sensation enveloped me, like echoes of déjà vu but far more visceral. The book was dated back to the 1600s but felt eerily familiar, as if I had a hand in its creation. Shaking off the weird feeling, I opened it and began to read.

I can feel his touch as he cleans me, but it's nothing sensual, but delicate. ************* Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

It’s not that I can’t buy them myself, but there’s something special — something intimate — about him filling my bookshelves with the stories I love. I realized then how much I missed the sensory experience of a book: the weight of it in my hands, the rough texture of the paper, and that intoxicating, vanilla-like scent of old pages. “What are you saying?” I asked, barely looking up from the screen. “I’m saying, what are you still doing here?” she asked, practically screaming my head off with her eyes. “I don’t know… but I do know I’m waiting for something. It’s a feeling,” I said. I went back to my e-reader and continued highlighting a particularly moving passage.

The idea of bringing a child into that felt both wonderful and terrifying at the same time. Later when Maren left I stayed in the sitting room alone. I picked up one of the old books from the shelf and opened it. The smell of the pages filled my nose and I breathed it in deep. It did make me feel better. Calm in a way nothing else had lately. I ran my fingers over the words without really reading them. My other hand rested on my stomach again. The soreness in my breasts reminded me with every small movement.

He licks his lips as he touches my lower lip with his thumb. I stand there frozen allowing him to continue his assault on me, what is it I feel fear. Complete fear which paralyzes your mind and body. Making me a perfect prey to the predator. HI GUYS NEW BOOK, DO YOU LIKE IT IF SO PLEASE READ AND FOLLOW AND LIKE THEN I'LL CONTINUE WRITING I'LL BE WAITING FOR YOUR FEEDBACK.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

He allowed himself to feel and absorb the emotions of others and himself. His excitement crashed into me, sinking into every crevice of my body until I could feel it buzzing through my veins. It had excitement of my own brewing at the base of my stomach. I couldn't remember when last I actually felt excited about anything so this new emotion after so many dull days was welcomed. It was the splash of color I needed when everything around me was gray and bland. I placed a bookmark into the book I was reading, closed it, and then carefully placed it on the pedestal beside my bed. The action took more effort than it usually would and more time but I was happy I could just do it myself without as