Fnaf Books Collection Novels & Stories

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I'll have to wait for him to tell me exactly what is going on. I grab my stuff and shove it all in my pack. Yes I'm a fairy, but who the hell said we had to be gentle with our school stuff? I'm not exactly a slob, but I might be a bit rough with my homework assignments. But who cares? I've got other things on my mind right now!

Alana (POV) I woke up took a shower and changed into fresh clean clothes. I found a note on a table in the living area from Gabe. He explained about the high-tech alarm system he has and that he had no choice about not missing an important meeting with a new client. I decided to check out the kitchen and plan to surprise Gabe with a home-cooked meal. It was the least I could do with all he has done for me. The food in the freezer was so full of meat. Not much more than meat. The main fridge looks like it was recently stalked with fresh food like vegetables, fruits, milk, and other things for meals. I looked in the pantry and saw bread, peanut butter cereal, and even sweet things. It all look

I was full of satisfaction, savoring this delight pleasure. I got dressed up, and went back to my quarters. I felt uneasy, the pleasure had worn off my eyes. I started realizing what I have done to myself. On a Monday morning I received a letter, saying that my transfer to the college was ready. I never applied for one, I needed a fortune to start college, but it stated that I have cleared my tuition and paid every f*e necessary.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books

are all of those boxes full of your course books? Wow! Looks like you’re really into making the most of this opportunity. But it’s great... in today’s world, it’s... huh, wait a minute... is this... this can’t be your course material. It’s... a... sex manual... um... more like a masturbation guide... holy shhh... really? Oh no, no. Don’t look so alarmed. I wasn’t really expecting this... but I don’t mind at all. In fact, I encourage it.

I stared at the title. Grim Boundaries, Containment Rituals and Demonic Anchors. Alright. That was on the nose. I tugged it free. It thudded onto the table like it weighed more than it should. The pages were vellum-thin, covered in curling script and ink illustrations that danced uncomfortably close to realism. Demons, mostly. Circles. Knots. Symbols. Some looked familiar from childhood fairy tales, horror movies, that phase in college when I thought being into witchcraft was a personality.

My phone won. “Going home in ten. Practice cancelled.” My chest tingled with a sudden warmth. I picked up my books, folding them with a certain care. My laptop went in next. “where are you headed” Maria said, under a whisper, forehead furrowed into ridges. “I’ve got to go, Kennedy will be out in ten” I barely looked up at her, but I knew she had that face of disgust. The one that said you would leave school for him?

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”