Laced Book Novels & Stories

Stepping forward, he draped his arms around Nathaniel's shoulders, leaning into him with a long-drawn sigh. "Tell me. I can help you look. Hopefully, the book will provide us with information on how to get rid of it. The ones I've looked at have been pretty lax on information." "It will be a rare book, probably one that looks like it's been written by a lunatic," Nathaniel replied crisply. His body tensed as Lloyd embraced him, but he resisted the urge to push the warm arms away. "The larger books are more researched, so they concentrate on what's already known."

Bored with her mom's romance section, she went to her dad's big tomes of history books. He had recently acquired an antique one. She hoped it was not locked on the vault. Her eyes caught an object with a deep shade of black cover and the spine and edge made of solid metal burnished in gold. -Wow.- It looked expensive and well preserved. The Lycan World, Third Edition. Author: The Alphas Finding the book made her night a little bit exciting. Hefting the precious literary gem with both arms, she went to her favorite lazy chair and curled her legs under her.

It was not the first time I was in this position and all I had to do was find an opening and slice the dude with the knife I had hidden which was hugging my thigh tightly. Yara and Zaed or whatever his name was, looked like they were flirting with each other and none of them noticed what was going on either. Well, not like I could blame Yara though, I mean, she had since distanced herself from the Cosa Nostra so it wasn't like she had any reason to be on the alert.

Her hands tightened on the book as she held it up to her chest, tightly. Her legs shook slightly as she made her towards the chair. The scent of tobacco and rain filled her nostrils, registering a name at the back of her head. Xandros. She gulped. In all of her lives both in her imagination and reality, never had she expected to see Xandros sleeping. In a library of all places. A book was opened before him and she could see the title atop on of the pages. Tales of the dark. It was a book for Lycans. She could make that out, not that she would understand a shit about it. What she knew about them were the stories told. Nothing more.

Ecca’s legs shivered upon feeling his lips over the sensitive clit. [Book title: Marked by the demon] - Available on Alpha-n0vel

Odd since the royal family barely lifted a hand around here. There were large gold plated shelves all over the room, way more than I could hope to count, that contained books of all kinds, history, music, mysticism, astrology, and books of Lycan law. The spines of each book was so beautiful, I couldn’t help but touch each one I passed. "Elora! Isn't this delightful?" Lucy squealed like a happy child. "This place is beautiful." I replied, absent mindedly. I was totally lost in the beauty of the books.

...It took forever to find where the books on lycans are kept, but I finally found them," I inform Tyler before taking a bite of ziti. "Were they helpful?" he asks. I swallow before replying. "Not very. Most were about the myths that surround lycans. I did find a book about the different types of plants that affect lycans though. I think it may give me clues about what was in that sedative. I also found an interesting book. It's called 'Lycan Magic'. I've never heard of lycans being able to use magic so I am excited to read it."

She didn't seem like the chirpy happy go lucky person, but you know what they say, 'Never judge a book by its cover'. "Good morning mam. How may I assist you on this lovely morning?" She asks while a bright cheerful smile is sporting her facial muscles. "I would like to know in which room I can find Miss Amia Crosswood." I say. "I believe she came in this morning around eight o'clock, she is in labour." I added. "I'm sorry mam, but if I may ask, what are you missing Crossword?" She asks. "Well uhm," taking a glance at her name tag "Leah Meyers, she is the woman carrying my husband's baby." I say in a quite stonelike manner.

She wandered up to one of the shelves and ran her fingers across the books worn spines; they smelled of dust and age. The books looked essential and historical. Nueva pulled a brow leather book from its neat row. The front cover had beautifully intricate designs etched into the aged skin, and a thin leather string locked the book's covers. She gently untied the knot and flicked through the aged yellow pages; Eira stirred inside her head. Nueva couldn't understand the language; it looked complicated and old, but the hand-drawn pictures drew her in.

Jake walked to his laptop and googled a whole lotta crazy scenarios like schezophrenia, personality disorder and even crazy itself but none of it was completely relating to what was happening to him. “Shit!” He closed his laptop and that's when he saw it. Lying just an inch away from behind the laptop; its tattered edges and broadness with the dark old cover and the distinct golden embossed symbol on top of it of the pentagram. The book.