Holds Book Open Novels & Stories

I just do not know if I am ready yet. “Let me open it for you. I can tell you what is inside. That way you can decide if you want to see it or not” Stefano says. It takes me a moment before curiosity gets the better of me and I agree. Stefano opens the small brown paper package and removes a black leather book. I recognise it immediately. My father practically slept with that book. Stefano holds up the book in the light. It has a lock mechanism with a small keypad that prevents him from opening it.

My sex clenches, and I press my thighs together, heat blooming in places I shouldn’t be thinking about this early in the day. Then I notice something else. At the foot of the bed, beside the dress, sits the book I took from the library but forgot to read. The Herd King. Its leather cover is worn smooth from age, but its presence is undeniable. Someone retrieved it. They want me to read it. I sit on the edge of the bed and pull it into my lap. My fingers trace the title carved into the leather. I feel like I’m holding something sacred. Like opening this book will do more than reveal stories.

His hands snapped out but his touch was ginger when his fingers curled around the book's binding, "would it be wise to leave this on the shelf? Anyone would be able to read it." Zora filed the books on the last row before reaching out for the book in the man's hand. The corner of her lips kicked up in a smile, "This book will remain untouched for years to come because only one person has the key to open it." "The book isn't exactly locked, Zora," the man sounded exasperated. She shot him a glare, "Try opening it then." The man did as she asked but the book wouldn't budge. He grunted something unintelligible under his breath before thrusting it into Zora's chest, "Who is the one that can open

“Let’s crack open that one.” “Fine,” August says, handing the book over to me with a slight shudder. I open it, not enjoying the feel of the Human leather and the fact that it’s very close to animal leather. “Gods, I hope that’s in there. Because I can’t bring myself to look for more.”

"try opening it?' Feng gripped the hard bound cover. "umm… why can't I open it?" he strained himself but even he could not open the darn thing. "What's this magic?" "he said only I can open it," Wren took it from him and opened it. the book opened without any resistance.

I blinked my eyes severally before saying "What are you insinuating?" "Elsa. This book was produced 400years ago by us for parents. And only the holy family (king and Queen) can open it. So, there's no way. I can open it. But the question is. what would your mom or my dad be doing with this? For years now. This book has not been open by anyone. Not even Arians mom. Except a sealed human with the holy blood or a demigod with extraordinary powers. And I don't think any exist. So, right now this book is useless." he said and I was speechless again. After which I said

Red said. "Exactly!" ADAM_ "What's this... there's a lock on the book?," Though I'm not the strongest but at least I am stronger than a normal human. I clawed the lock and it fell. Parting the book open, I almost gasped when I saw a bottle in it.. The book doesn't even have pages! "Wow..."I quickly took the small bottle. I slid it in my back pocket. After I closed the book, I returned it back to its original position. As I made to leave, I heard someone speak.

Gotta keep that hot body toned. Now that I can ask more questions, I guess I should. He has lots of books, that I know. He must read a lot but I haven't seen him read since I've been here. He has some houseplants that he takes good care of. I never did ask him how often he gazes out the window into the club. And what he does while he's watching.

"Larry, I have days off too. I'm, um, off-duty." "It's just a coffee." I hold up palms. "I promise you my intentions are strictly honourable." Her mouth quirks. "In that case, yes, thank you. I'd love a coffee." She turns to the counter. "I'll take this as well please, Cliff." A gnome of a man wraps the book in a creased brown-paper bag. I squint a look at the title. Nothing to Declare: Memoirs of a Woman Traveling Alone.

By the shut window, stood a polished mahogany desk, with an open old book resting beside a half filled tumbler of amber whiskey, while a half empty bottle sat nearby, its glass catching the light. My legs moved even before my brain could catch up. I picked up the open book, the old smell of book immediately filling my nostrils. I shut the book, running a finger on the letters of the title emblazoned on the cover of the book. “Curses under the moon,” I mumbled under my breathe. My forehead creased in a frown. I wonder why he was reading this. The door suddenly creaked open, startled, the book slipped from my fingers.