Heavy The Book Novels & Stories

I'm not hungry either so I don't go to the cafeteria on a trip. I go to the table often. I put down the book and put the chocolate on the side. My bag is full so I can't get in it. I sighed and opened my book. Just that, I was distracted by a bit of noise. I looked up and saw a group of college students. I quickly spotted Rustov on the group. Kiara was on her side, smiling while talking to him. My forehead creased. Why are they here? The high school library is different from the college. Maybe it's noisy there so they're here to talk properly.

Instead, I would be grounded for a month rather than get nightmares for a year. There was dust on it. The particles made me cough as I blew to brush it off, only to inhale. I read the title as if it was in an ancient language. "Amihan," I whisper in the ancient tongue, pronouncing the word. It wasn't hard. Nay taught me a few letters of the ancient language, so reading the title of this book came in handy. Now here comes the fun part. I open the book to the first page and read the passage.

I should be so professional that he can't even find any faults. I lifted the heavy book using both of my hands and placed it in front of me as it created a huge sound. I sensed Gabriel turned to me, but I didn't care. If something breaks because of these books, then it is on him. He fucking forced me. I opened the book and started to read, trying my best to understand everything that I read. It is about clothing and fashion. It is not that complicated, but it is hard.... maybe because I don't know anything about clothing and fashion.

It was as if the other person was trying to totally consume the other person in their own way by fornicating. End of Book one.

“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 swallow the lump in my throat and descend. The air down here is cooler, thicker with the smell of leather and dust and secrets. Torches have guttered out, but faint violet light clings to the edges of things—my new sight, maybe, or the contract’s gift. The shadows dance ahead of me, playful almost, skipping along the shelves until they reach a particular bookcase. One tendril stretches, points. A heavy black tome launches itself from the highest shelf and thumps into my waiting hands. I stagger under the weight. The book is bound in leather so dark it drinks the light; no gold leaf, no embossed sigils, just smooth, inky blackness. The title is etched in silver that seems to shift when I ti

And moments later, a thick leather-bound book fell in my hand. *THUD* "Urgh!" My right hand couldn't hold the whole book up so it fell on my right foot. "Goodness! That hurt so much." I held my right foot with both my hands and winced in pain. Why is that book so heavy? After a few moments the pain slowly disappeared. I finally took the book from the ground and opened it. The leather binding has fancy marks in it and has title imprinted on the front.

“Am so sorry, I still have a bit of a problem controlling my powers.” Oh, really, it wasn’t obvious. “It's fine.” I swallow dryly and pick up the book that had fallen to the floor. Tilting my head curiously, I study it. It’s bound with a thick kind of leather strap and though the pages are worn out and they smell a little stale, the ink is still very visible. I turn the book over in my hands and read the Latin words on the peeling hardcover. “The Genetics of Elemental’s.” The book is snatched from my hand before I could even ask what it is about and I glance up in surprise to see how pale she’s gotten. “You read Lat-Latin?”

HIS DARKEST SHADE BOOK-THREE ~Prologue~ “Even if you end up hating me for it.” His tone was vicious. “I might scare you,” he continued, his gaze roaming over her trembling form, “but they are far worse—formidable, vicious… and willing to do whatever it takes to get what they want.” He gestured toward her. “Including you.” “Never.” She shook her head, her voice trembling but firm. “I’m not scared of your words. You’re just trying to scare me so I’ll listen to you!”

Wet And Ready For My Stepdaddy 3 I woke up slowly, my body deliciously sore in the best possible way. Sunlight filtered through the curtains, and for a moment I wondered if last night had been another one of my filthy dreams. But then I felt it — the deep ache between my thighs, the stickiness of Dean’s cum still leaking from my well-fucked pussy, and the faint bruises on my hips where his fingers had gripped me so possessively. He really did it. My stepdad fucked me senseless… and I loved every second of it.