Jacob Elordi Book Pocket Novels & Stories

'it wasn't. Eleanor sat down and pulled out the book she'd gotten from Gabby. What better way to divert her racing mind? She flipped pages randomly till she came across a page, which wasn't a page. It was cut into, with a smaller book hidden within that took up the rest of the page space underneath. She carefully pulled it out. It was an old brown leather cover with brownish pages. A pretty old book. She gently set down Bigfoot and opened the book, instantly getting sucked in.

Jake said quietly as he looked at the book in Ellie's hands. "It's sacred. It deserves respect," Amanda whispered back to him. He looked at her with raised eyebrows then glanced at Ellie's face. She was staring at the book reverently. He watched with amused surprise as she slowly put the book back on the shelf slowly, letting her fingers slide lovingly down the spine. "Why don't you get it?" Jake whispered to her. "Because it costs thousands of dollars," Ellie whispered back. "Ah," Jake nodded as he took note of the book on the shelf, filing in away for later.

A few minutes later Jacob walks into the room in his usual sweatpants and shirt. "I brought the book back," I said, standing up. I hand it over to him and he takes it. "Did you read it?" He asked flipping through the pages presumably to look for bookmarks. "Of course and I loved it- no sorry I lived it," I responded with a smile on my face. I can't believe I read a book with more than 300 pages. I have never pictured myself doing that but It isn’t a choice anyway, I had to do it because of Jacob. I need him to spend time with me so I can crack all the holes in this house but aside from that, I did enjoy the book.

If my handjob sucked, then I had to make it better, learn the best way to treat a cock, and whip him up with something he’ll never forget. “Noah”—his moans played in my head as I searched the shelf for something helpful. [The Faith of the Dragon Lair] [How to kill a dragon] [The Art of Fireflies] [An Omega’s Journal] My finger paused at the last book, “An Omega’s Journal.” It sounded intriguing and also felt like it was written from experience. I pulled the book out of the shelf, dusting it off and removing the particles in search of the author’s name. No name, no copyright claims… Who would leave something this private in a library?

Maybe this was a side he’d kept hidden from her, a side that only came out when he was alone? The bookshelf too, was full of clues to Jacob’s secret. The Story of O . Billionaire Blackmail . Fifty Shades of Grey . Delta of Venus . Books by the Marquis de Sade and Leopold von Sacher Masoch. The Marketplace . Every book Emily selected was erotica. She wished she’d found this stash years ago. How exciting would those evenings alone have been then?

he called back, his voice warm as sunlight. The sound of the door clicking shut was the last thing I heard before sleep reclaimed me, pulling me back into its embrace. *** I found myself rummaging through a stack of books that likely belonged to Jacob from his university years. None of them were fiction. These were all about life lessons and self-improvement. Titles like Rich Mindset and Atomic Habits caught my eye, their well-worn spines suggesting they had been thoroughly read. But one title stood out above the rest, stopping me cold:

"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.

“Just, uh... standard IT stuff. My laptop’s been acting up, and I needed someone to take a look at it.” Jacob tilted his head slightly, his lips curving into the faintest hint of a smirk. “You seemed... tense, Max. Is everything all right?” “Yes, of course,” I said quickly, though my voice cracked slightly. “Just a busy day, you know how it is.” Jacob didn’t respond immediately. Instead, he reached into the inside pocket of his suit jacket and pulled out a small, folded piece of paper. “Busy day,” he repeated softly, almost to himself.

Enzo’s POV I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I stared down at the book. Simply Elemental, it was called: a battered old paperback that looked as though it had been passed around a lot, the spine bent out of shape, the corners dog-eared. I picked up the scrap of paper that had fallen from it and went to tuck it back inside the cover. I paused, the paper curling in my palm. I could look at it. Just quickly. Nobody would ever know…

"Turn to the covers dummy." "Book of best friends by Nexus Elrod." I looked at him, "Dedicated to Orian Wolfe Akanther." "You are welcome." "You are an idiot." "At least I do not fight with puppies named after me over the attention of the woman I want." That's it! I charged at him and he sprinted across the office falling a chair over as he did, I toppled over it and landed on the ground with a thud, "Don't read that book." I growled and lifted my head watching as he opened the cover.