Lust Papyrus Novels & Stories

The headache seemed to increase with every word I uttered. “You drank yourself to stupor last night so I brought you this.” She uncovered what she had in the tray and the foul smell of garlic , or maybe ginger, I don't know cause I'm not a cook wafted through my nostrils. “Are you trying to murder me or what?” I scrunched my face in disgust while fighting the urge to throw up. “Is that witch's brew or baby poop?” Daphne smiled, one that didn't quite reach her eyes. “Mr. Alex, this soup isn't poison, it's a good cure for a hangover.”

EROS murmured before he chuckled in amusement. “Ahhh…” I moaned softly at the sensation of his fingers slowly sliding out of my wet cunt. EROS got off me just enough for his hands to drop to remove his pants. My eyes immediately dropped to his crotch before I had to gasp as my eyes widened in pure amazement. Playing with me must have turned EROS on a lot too. His cock was already very thick and erect. He smirked mischievously at me when he caught me staring at his upstanding love stick.

All the Names of Love “Wards are reactive,” Lefu said, already moving, already measuring. He hauled a canvas roll from a satchel—charms, inks, powdered silver—spread it over the hood of a wrecked truck, and began sketching sigils so precise they made my teeth itch. “Hold pressure. Don’t let them reset. Osiris, blind the parapet left—”

The paper was a copy, not an original, written out in her own handwriting rather than printed, which meant there was no digital trail, no access log, no record of the documents she had pulled. “The kitchen supply records for the week before Sophia’s visit,” she said. “Cross-referenced with the pack’s medicinal herb inventory.” I looked at the paper. Lily had circled three items in red ink. Chamomile, as Sophia had claimed. Valerian, also as claimed. And a third entry, smaller, logged under a supply code I didn’t recognize. “What is that,” I said.

Then, taking a seat on the ground, I begin to read. The papers inside the file are old, frayed and yellowed. They are papyrus, something I seldom see in the pack anymore. Then, ever so carefully, o lift up the first piece of frayed paper and hold it near. The penmanship on the papyrus is fading, making it hard to decipher what had been written on it.

He smiles at me. He opens it and is confused. It’s a small vial that holds about 30mls/1oz of liquid. It’s in a very intricate crystal glass with a moonstone in the middle and a dropper on the top. I look over at him and smile. “Open and smell it”. He does and his face goes still as a slight tremble appears in his hand. “Is this essence of Ipomoea alba”. Liam is so shocked by this and runs over to smell it. Conrad pulls it to his chest protectively.

Kael looked like she’d punched him. “I just want to protect you.” “And I just want to live long enough to be worth protecting.” Maya entered the room at that moment, holding a sheet of parchment in her hand, face pale. “You need to see this.” Liana took the parchment—and her heart stuttered. It was covered in Sierra’s handwriting. Ancient lunar glyphs layered over one another, frantic and raw. But it wasn’t the writing that chilled her. It was the title. The Extraction of Essence: How to Rebirth a False Luna.

It fascinated him because he had the same one given to him by his parents. Octavia handed the vigils the file that would concern Maddock’s matter when he arrived, and the two vigils combed through the papyrus pages together, realizing very quickly that it wasn’t as thick as it was made to seem. A third of the thin document had been redacted.

In it where greenish slimy substances, “This is what the water truly looks like” Edgar smiled at her proudly. “Woah!” Dylan smiled at her, “That was awesome Cleopatra” Edgar walked towards a small stack of books, looked through them and slipped one out. It was a large book with red leather cover. It was dusty indicating it had not been opened in a long time, “We have been looking in the wrong books Cleopatra”, the book landed with a thud sending dusts in the air, “This is a book on poison”