List Of Contents In A Book นิยาย & เรื่องราว

When he arrived outside the private house again, Philip took out the key to open the door, but he noticed some details this time. The books on a bookshelf by the window attracted Philip’s attention. One row was full of ancient medical techniques in Orienta. Compared to other rows, the books on this row were arranged haphazardly, while others were neatly arranged according to publication date. “This ‘Golden Recipes’ should be in front of ‘Meridian Classics’, so why is it in front of ‘New Herbal Recipes’?” As he spoke, Philip arranged several books in chronological order. Creak! Something under the bed seemed to have opened.

AURORA Lizra dropped a humongous thing on my lap. “This is a history book with detailed explanations of the most famous and high-ranked Lunas that the territories have ever had. I made some small notes in most chapters and I’m sure you’ll find it useful.” Wait… it’s a book and… was she kidding me? “How many pages is this thing?” I asked, dusting and seeing nothing but the plain shabby leather brown cover of the thickest thing ever.

It’s completely inappropriate. Inside the drawer were adult toys of different kinds and sizes! There were vibrators too! Hm-mm. An idea sprang into my mind...

“Sorry to say, but running for my life kicked my ass. I passed out on the couch.” I frowned, pulling the book across the counter to me as Matt kept pulling stuff out of the cabinets. “A bookstore?” He hummed. I skimmed the cover. “Potion Efficacy for the Everday…” He hummed. As I flipped through the pages, I realized that it was more of a potions textbook than a recipe book, though a lot of the dishes were ones that Matt had made. The beef stew from the night before was inside. I scanned the pages, noting Matt’s handwriting in the margins and all the sticky notes that had been added. My lips twitched. Hadn't he brought home books from college like this?

I muttered, opening the first page. I needed to start working on myself so that I could erase all thoughts of Xavier’s sister from his memory. On the first page of the book was a table of content, showing all that was to be found in the book. I scrolled down from the introduction and jumped to “Casting your first spell.” I traced my finger on the dotted lines and found the page number. I opened the book and when I got to this page, I stopped. The name of the contact was boldly written in capital letters and it took the whole page. Opening to the next page, I found it’s content.

"You have some interesting dreams, little one." My stomach twisted. I snatched at the book again, but he was taller, and I was still too weak to fight properly. It was a book containing my bucket lists, and it was meant to be private. Only Claire and I knew the contents of each other's bucket lists. Thankfully, from what I saw, he hadn't gone past the third page. "Kester, I swear to—" "Okay, okay," he chuckled, holding up his hands in mock surrender. He lowered the book, handing it to me with a smirk that made my skin prickle.

And he certainly got a reaction, as I alternated between blushing and flushing as we went over terminology I could never even have imagined. Some items were as innocent as a blindfold, but then it ratcheted up to bondage. Light bondage, heavy bondage, leather, chains, ropes and restraints. Suspension, harnesses, manacles and cuffs. So many ways to control another person, I was overwhelmed on page one. Gags: Cloth, ball, rubber, phallic, ring. Full head. Straight-jackets, yikes. Impact play, which would be spanking, flogging, whipping, metal, leather, crops. Face slapping. Oh and I won't even get into all of the sexual activity it outlines. Because everything else didn't have to involve sex a

He moved with purpose, like he knew exactly where everything was without having to look. Six books landed on the table in front of me with a series of heavy thuds. "Advanced Elemental Manipulation," Cornelius announced, tapping the first book with one claw. "Theoretical Applications of Raw Magic. The Spellweaver's Handbook. Ancient Casting Techniques. Magical Theory and Practice. And Bloodlines and Power." "That's a lot." "You asked for the strongest." He flew to the front of the room, toward the platform where that strange spiral book spun endlessly. The one with no front or back page. No clear beginning or end.

My body was betraying me and not allowing me to think straight. ‘Okay,’ I exhaled slowly, ‘so, we have books on this shelf here but also some in that box over there,’ I pointed to the box with a lid on it. ‘What book is it you’re looking for?’ Pacing over to a clipboard hanging on the side of the rustic bookshelf, I pulled it off its hook and scanned it briefly. It had a detailed list of all the books we had, even going into depth with details of any damage to the books. Everett ignored me and scanned the bookshelf, ‘Hmm…’

I wasn’t sure I wanted to know. He moved quickly, weaving through aisles until we reached the far end of the room. There, he scanned the shelves with his fingertips before pulling out a thick tome coated in dust. The cover was bound in faded leather and sealed with a clasp that didn’t look remotely normal, it had symbols carved into it, almost like tiny constellations. He traced a symbol over the clasp, and with a soft metallic click, it released. The book creaked open. I hovered beside him, leaning just enough to glimpse the pages he flipped through, each one filled with looping glyphs and illustrations of creatures, rituals, symbols, and magic I’d only heard about in stories people labeled