Is The Book Of Azrael Spicy นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Dark. Intricate. Not ink. Not entirely. Something older. Something that doesn’t belong on human skin. My breath catches. Because I’ve seen it before. Not like this. Not fully. But pieces of it. Fragments. Etched into old books. Spoken in warnings. Taught to pups who were expected to lead one day. My hand stills. My gaze locks onto it. “What… is that?” Nyxara moves instantly. Too fast. She grabs my wrist and shoves my hand away from her, stepping back in the same motion, putting distance between us again.

Most showed signs of extensive use. Worn corners. Faded ink. Pages swollen from age. These weren't random writings. Someone had cared about them. "What are they?" Helen folded her arms. "His life." The answer arrived without hesitation. "Or at least the life he believes he lived." Aisha opened the nearest notebook. The first page contained elegant handwriting. Not the chaotic scrawl she expected from a psychiatric patient. The writing was neat. Deliberate. Almost beautiful. The opening sentence read: It began like all tragedies do. Quietly.

Inside there are black candles, several scrolls, and a thick pitch-black book. Of course, it is the book that gets my attention. I took it and inspected it if there are dents, torn pages, or mites. Fortunately, although the book looks old, it also looks new, feels new, and smells new. It has gold writings on it, Death of God. "Death of God?! How did this get to here? I am sure if Mama saw you, she's gonna burn you," I said laughing at my own jokes. See, I am not just unlucky, I am also corny and crazy.

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

I wanted the blur. “You know the crazy part?” I slurred and leaned heavily on her shoulder. “I think I actually like him, like I really like him. I’ve been with guys before. Nice ones. Safe ones. But nobody has ever fucked me like Zane does. Nobody makes me feel like I’m on fire and drowning at the same time and begging for more.” Mia’s mouth dropped open. “Lila. Are you ovulating right now? Because that’s some seriously horny talk.”

“That’s gross. Mixture of spices that turned into juice? I would rather kiss or fuck the ugliest man in this circle than to taste that.” Everyone aside from Hendrix and Kylie screamed. “That’s what we want!” “You must be so wild in bed, Leanna!” I shook my head and just chuckled. Mark took the bottle from me and spun it. I was enjoying the game. Some commanders order their servants to kiss their feet, smell their armpit, make out, exchange saliva, and many other gross acts. We were all laughing and screaming as the bottle continued to be spun. The head points Kylie and the bottom of the bottle picks Mark. This means Mark shall command Kylie.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

“What a beautiful dripping mess you are, Azalia.” A warm exhale fanned my neck, a trail of scorching kisses from Zakael followed afterwards. His head was buried on the crook of my neck as he rubbed my wetness. The wet damp of his lips on my skin was as addicting as feeling blood spatters on cheek. He licked, nipped every inch of my bare neck. I swear I could feel them already bruising. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked, biting my shoulder.

Only, there are some traps. First being any tainted with a distinct black aura must never be absorbed. Evil lurks in these men, their thoughts each more scary than others. In her last life, there was a serial killer who killed almost a thousand people before getting caught. There was another who established a cannibal camp in the east. Eventually, both were decimated by the army, before throwing all the nuclei in the nuclear dump site. She probably should tell this to huo mei. I digress. Her first priority is the damned cactus plant, she's already feeling the compulsion urging her to go and pet the blasted thorny ball.