Kasur In The Book 소설 & 이야기

I shook my head, “no, this time it’s waffles. And eggs. And fruit. There is a lot of food, actually. You want to come with me?” They both jumped out of the bed. “I just need to find the way, though….” I said, looking around. I wasn’t sure if I came from the left or right side. But Cas was already there to greet my little monsters and save me from getting lost again. “This house is too big,” I said, as we were walking back to the kitchen. “It’s really nice, but huge.” “Did you get lost?” Cas teased. “No!” I protested a bit too much.

My body trembled and I choked on a sob. There in the dark, I saw glowing golden eyes staring back at me. “Cassius, is that you?” I asked hopefully in a shaky voice, but my only answer was a vicious snarl. I whimpered and closed my eyes. The bed on my left side dipped, and something eased closer beside me. ”Please, don’t hurt me.” I whispered silently and a soft growl answered. The thing used his big hand and caressed my naked flesh. I felt each sharp claw as they moved on my sensitive flesh and whimpered again.

she said with some annoyance. "Cassarina, you'll know the book I'm talking about once you see it. Just open your eyes," the woman said. Cassarina stared at the old woman who had come to be her mentor and teacher in her black robe. She sighed and got back to work. As she checked the middle of the shelf, a certain book struck her observation. It had the title The Kingdom Itself: Snails on it. "That's a strange name for a kids' story," she whispered but bypassed it and continued the search.

His steps were purposeful as he made his way toward Hazel's room. As he neared the slightly ajar door, he caught a glimpse of Hazel's long legs — a sight that sparked a subtle desire. Pushing the door open gently, he entered the room, finding Hazel peacefully sprawled on the couch, lost in slumber. A book rested on her chest, a testament to her likely intention to indulge in some late-night reading. Hazel's room, an intimate sanctuary of books and untidiness, held the remnants of a tranquil night. Books scattered across the floor bore witness to intellectual pursuits, a reflection of Hazel's inquisitive mind.

He stilled when he saw the book in Luka’s hands. “You found that in my collection?” Luka gave him a look. “You mean your collection of uncategorized nightmares? Yeah.” Cassiel walked forward slowly, eyes on the open page. “That book wasn’t supposed to be with the others.” Selene folded her arms. “Because it tells us too much?” Cassiel met her gaze. “Because it tells you just enough to be afraid.” Theoden’s voice was low. “So we’re right. Something’s building.”

He looks at me like he wants to devour every inch of me and as I’m guided past him, I pretend I don’t feel it. They chain me to a long steel table that’s been built with tidy little gutters that run straight into a bowl. Practical yet Horrifying. The “altar with good housekeeping,” my brain supplies, because apparently my sense of humor doesn’t have an off switch. Cassian rolls his sleeves up as he sets the black-bound book down and opens it to the page I hate already. Circles inside circles, and runes that I can't read. “Again?” I ask. “We had such a lovely time upstairs writing with my blood. You can’t even offer a snack break for round two?”

“And I'm glad that I'm here. Here to fulfill your needs. I'm glad that I have the power to do it.” I am already in one of those few moments where I am more than emotional, and I am grateful for the things that are happening in the past few days. “Do you want your privacy then?” Cassian asks, tipping my chin and making me look at him. I give him a small nod. Fuck, I want to run my hands through the pages. The books are arranged according to the series, and in order of color. If that is not the most aesthetic thing ever, I do not know what else is going to take over.

-Shit- Well, she was pretty terrifying, but, when had his grip on the manor lessened. Kassian sighed again, then threw his black polished shoes over the light-brown ottoman sinking deeper into the comfortable chair. Erden had kept him company for a while before he had had to attend to another menial task, but he had been in the same room for hours without any stimulation, should he dash unnoticed to the library? Kassian frowned then moved his legs slightly to view the pile of books the butler had left on the coffee table due to his ‘insistence on loving to read.’

Her Grandma had made a special cover that she put on the inside to make the book a little stronger. Asrar rubbed his face once more before he rose and walked back to the room. He was so frustrated with the stupid book he did even see Rosalie awake. She spotted him however and stepped after him. His panic sent her running to him. Wrapping her arm around him as her cheek was placed on his back. Asrar’s panic of her missing died away the moment he felt her. He sighed knowing she probably heard the book falling and came out to check on him. “I’m sorry babe.” He gently spoke to her as he loosened her arm and turned so he could hold her to his chest. She smiled laying her head there. A place of pe

EVELESSA I wake up enveloped in cosiness and the gentle fragrance of roses stretching contentedly like a fulfilled cat. Something feels off. My bed is neither this cosy nor this warm. I open my eyes in alarm. The first thing I spot is the decor of an extravagantly luxurious room. I attempt to rise. I’m quickly pushed back down, and it finally strikes me that this isn’t my room and I’m not alone. I start to panic. Just as I'm about to shout, a smooth and confident voice speaks to me while holding me close from behind. "Ugh...baby it's too early for you to be yelling, especially since I’m not the one causing it. Good morning, darling." He grips me firmly. "Cassain?"