Incarceron Books Novels & Stories

Surprisingly, I don't find the idea disturbing. Feeling boredom as it sets in quickly, I make my way over to the bookshelf. I start to peruse the titles and am shocked at what I find. I see the House of Night Series, The Twilight Series, Forbidden Knowledge, Harry Potter Trilogy, and various books on Military Protocols all with black covers. The books are all in good condition too. Not interested in any of the military books I reach for the first book in the House of Night Series. As I take the book over to the couch to settle in, the door swings open.

I listened, my face a mask. The second message. "I got rid of Ornella. And her bastard." "Elena's locked away, too. But none of it brings you back." The third. "I sold everything. The estate, the businesses, all of it." "I gave most of the money to the people we hurt." "But I kept a little. To buy myself a grave." My finger hovered over the screen. The fourth message. "Right next to you. That way... I can spend the next life paying you back."

I handed him another book I planned to start next. He started reading, "'Trained by the Emperor's Guard. First she was captured, now he will train her. When aliens raid Earth's first colony on Mars, scientist Abigail Weller is taken captive. Upon regaining consciousness aboard a strange interstellar vessel, Abigail is informed that she will be trained her to serve the alien emperor. She will learn all the ways her body can be debauched to serve her future master. Further, any refusal to obey orders will be punished harshly. Abigail earns a bare bottom spanking within moments of meeting her trainer. She soon learns there are more humiliating ways for a misbehaving human female to be reminded

I almost lost my soul and was afraid of who was behind me. "I caught a cat lurking in the dark," he whispered in my ear that almost made my hair stand on end and my soul only lost even more when I recognized who owned that voice. This is the last thing I want to happen. How is Elijah here? I thought he was in his room resting? I feel cornered, like a criminal. I don't even know if I should fight to get out of prison. I swallowed and was even more nervous because he was almost hugging me. I bit my lips, I wanted to cry because he caught me like a thief!

the little boy asked, clutching his new coloring books and looking at Emma who hummed and looked down at him, her eyes soft. "Why do you live there?" James raised another question. "I have to-uh I work there," Emma replied rather quickly and saw how the little one gave her an unsure look. Emma tensed but she could not tell him why she was staying there. "You work there?" James asked, his green eyes wide with surprise. Emma hummed again and grew conscious, a twinge of guilt in her eyes. Work, yes she works there. She works for Kevin—spreads her legs and warms his bed whenever he wants to fulfill his sexual needs. What does it even make her? A whore…oftentimes Emma felt like she was nothing mo

Ivonne's pov The room was filled with towering stacks of books and strange artifacts I didn't recognise, Artifacts like dark curved stones, glass bottles with light that seemed to breathe inside them, coiled metallic ropes on carved wooden stands. Elara had pulled all of it from the deepest stores of the Lycan realm, and now the collection made the room feel both sacred and suffocating at the same time. I sat cross-legged on the mat, eyes closed, sweating through what had to be the most exhausting ritual the Oracle had walked me through yet. By the time she told me to open my eyes, I felt like I had run for miles.

The bass thumped through the walls of the old converted warehouse on the industrial edge of the city, a low, relentless pulse that vibrated in every chest. Friday night, just past midnight in late August. The sign outside read “STORAGE – NO ENTRY” but everyone knew better. Inside, the air was thick—sweat, poppers, cologne, cum, and the faint metallic bite of lube. They called it Circuit Noir. Invitation-only. No phones past the door. Masks optional but encouraged. Tonight the theme was black leather and chrome. Half the men wore harnesses, jocks, boots, nothing else. The rest were already stripped to skin or less.

I said wondering where this whole conversation was heading, "I want you to protect her," he said turning his phone screen to me, 'her'? my eyes slowly fell on the screen, a girl with her blonde hair packed in a ponytail sat with a pile of books by her side, she is obviously a nerd even her big round glasses say a lot, she looked fixated on whatever information she was getting from the book that even if an attack was to happen in the room right beside her she may not even know, but something about her made me feel there was more than what meets the eyes, "A girl really?" I asked in a bored tone,

Scribt- A servant/secretary who works for an Incubus. Shadowland- An unfinished dimension. No one knows what’s inside or if any creatures live there. Vampire- Immortals that drink blood. Valroy Stayton- Erick’s father and former Vampire King. Valleria Eustein- Former Incubus Queen. Prologue: Acelin’s P.O.V I watched the sun set over the Hudson, the skyline turn from a bright molten gold to a dark indigo as the stars lit up one by one, like fireflies coming to life.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.