Inside Her Book Novels & Stories

I really didn't know what I was looking for but deep down, that was the answer written in bold letter. "Then I have just the book for you. How to conquer your inner demons by Dr Jackson Ian." She said while leading me to another division of the library. She climbed a ladder, running her hands down the spines of the books on the sixth shelve in search of the book she had just told me. I looked away as her floral dress rode up, exposing a great view of her thighs and ass. It would me impolite to stare and besides, her ass was not my business.

“I never said that; I just said I saw something familiar, and I wanted to ask about it. And who better to ask than the ever-knowing Mother Luna of the clan?” “Fine. I would say you did the right thing by coming to me. Because if you’re going to someone else with such ridiculous news, they may have taken it the wrong way, painting you as a traitor against the crown.” She said, still basically laughing. “Hold on, I just need to get something.“ She went into her inner chambers, and a few moments later she came out holding a big book. One I’d never seen before. She took her seat and set the book on the table.

I watched her from my royal place, she could not notice that someone has been watching her all these while, going on and admiring the place and sitting down on the molded chair. I came to her. I was interested in the book that she was reading her hands, it was history book. "I see what you are holding, the history of the black cities, I know that it is going to be interesting to you. You would have to know, not everyone that reads the book believes everything.," I said to her while I sat done beside her

And honestly, she wouldn’t mind one bit. She tried to move quickly up to her room, not wanting to run into anyone along the way. She wasn’t in any condition to talk to someone right then. Adam affected her too much—she’d never felt this thirsty for a touch or caress, already missing his. She entered the room with a sigh, her eyes falling on the open suitcase still on the bed, untouched. “At least it’ll be easier… since everything I brought is already here,” she murmured to herself. She looked at the book still in her hand, a small smile appearing as she remembered their conversation about the suggestive title. She flipped it open to a random page, curious to see what was inside.

To my surprise she took it and followed me to the room where I took the whores with me and kicked them out after paying them a good amount. " I am not coming in there to find a bed where you have fucked your whores." she refuses to come inside feeling hesistant. " Trust me, Ella. You won't find a bed over there because there isn't one. Never was and never will be because that is my library where I read and think with a calm mind." I tell her taking her inside after opening the door to the room. When she entered she lets out a gasp to find a huge library full of books.

She had never heard of it or even speculated. Her lady wasn't lying when she told Sarah about it. She thought it was not a mere inducement, but a fact she had kept secret for a long time. About how this world actually was inside a book that Fuschia had read. That every human being is a fictional character in this book.

The perpetual chaos in her mind, a constant effort to project happiness even when it's a struggle. And why would any woman gravitate towards a book like that unless she has lived through it? As these thoughts circled my mind, connecting the dots, I couldn't shake the unsettling realization: she had experienced something traumatic, something she kept buried beneath the surface. The signs were there, subtle but poignant, painting a harrowing picture I couldn't ignore.

And he was really torn of believing her that she changed for the better or this just one of her schemes. The Claire now was exactly the Claire that she dreamt about many years ago. He smiled sadly at that thought. He stood up and opened the glass shelves into the part of the special book section. He grabbed that special book entitled: “The CEO’s Little Enchantress”, he opened the book in the middle and took out a photo of a young lady in her 20’s wearing eyeglasses and so focused typing on her laptop. Then he checked another photo of her holding the book and reading it.

The paper felt like it was burning my fingertips. Hera. A woman's name. She had loved him. She had craved him just like I did, and he had shut her out. He had said no to her, too. If he hated her, why keep the book? Why hide it like a holy relic? My skin felt tight, a feverish curiosity itching under the surface. I looked toward the library door. I needed to know if every book on those shelves held a piece of her. I was halfway to my feet when the heavy click of the front door echoed through the hallway.

She was looking for an interesting book among the hundreds of titles that filled the room's shelves until her eyes caught the presence of something that stunned her in disbelief. "How did you get here?"