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Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

“Fayne, I'll do my best to make you strong but please give yourself a few days to heal and keep reading the books I've given to you. That way, you can fulfill all of your promises.” “Okay, ma'am.” I responded and watched her leave the room. I looked at the books on the table and grabbed one and started to read it page by page. It had a lot to deal with ingredients that could heal common illnesses. As I continued to flip through the pages, I got hooked on the book and continued to read. Before I knew it, It was nighttime. I moved to the other book and as I looked through it, I saw that it was about how a human could harbour demonic powers.

Some titles seemed interesting to him, like ‘How to kill and skin a sand wurm by JJ Rulus’ or ‘The spirit realm unmasked by Sir Tapnes’ and some made him shiver at the thought of their contents, such as ‘A look inside of fae anatomy by Priest Daphne’ and ‘Histories of demonic possession that nearly ended existence by Krun. He had already finished two rows and had started on the third when a slight whispering in his ear broke his concentration, “You must kill.” “What the..?” Rex said out aloud, looking left and right, searching for the person who had made the sound, not being able to see anyone, he followed where he thought the whispering from coming from, rounding the end of the large booksh

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

com How to Avoid Death on a Daily Basis Currently available: Book 1: Welcome to Probet Book 2: Welcome to Fengarad Book 3: Welcome to Dargot Book 4: Welcome to Monsterland Book 5: Welcome to Nekromel Book 6: Welcome to Requbar Coming soon: Book 7: Welcome to Gorgoth From the same author: Entertaining Tales of Grin the Cheat

I prayed. The End Book 2, coming Next Week. F#c#bo%k page: A.K.Knight Inst@gr@m: athan941

“June, 25th 1803 After considering our options, I have decided to look into other avenues to create the beasts our Master wants. It has become clear that what we’ve been doing up to now isn’t working.” It was yet another short entry about nothing! I sighed and put the book down on my lap, looking out the window. Clouds were moving in and the light was turning darker. Was the weather just a taste of what was to come? Was the fact that the first female died the reason Fynn wanted me to read the book? There had to be more because there were females and children here and they weren’t human. I might not be a full vampire, but I could smell them from a mile away. Opening the book again, my hand sl

"I know." Reese lifted his leg and knocked my buttocks with his knee. I gave him a pat on the arm for it, but before we could really start fighting - not that we ever did - a man in his early thirties stepped out from between the cubicles and came up to us smiling. He wore glasses and had his hair cut so short that I couldn't tell whether it was dark blonde or brown. He seemed to have a slight posture, which he hunched a little, but wow, the muscles that were visible under his sweater certainly didn't come from chilling on the couch. "Hi." He nodded to me and held out his hand to Reese. "I'm Anton Faust and you have to be Reese Tack, the Venator from the guild in Berlin."

Speckles of dust span through the light, floating upwards and spinning slowly as they rose. “What’s this old book going to tell us?” Ryna asked, sliding one hand onto her hip. Her slim, blonde eyebrows raised slightly, and I sighed. “Let me show you,” I said. I laid it out on the desk, and flipped through the old, thin pages until I found the one with the folded-down corner. I pushed the corner up, and swivelled the book around to show the small crowd of people surrounding me. Luna Carla was at the front, seeming particularly intrigued by what the nondescript book she’d given me had to offer. I just hoped that my analysis of the old folk tale had been correct.