Lust Papyrus Novels & Stories

"I know." He smiled weakly. "You don't trust me." "Of course, I don't." "You shouldn't." Slowly, using only two fingers, Lucian pulled out a bundle wrapped in old leather, he placed it carefully on the bed. "I've spent six months making sure they never got this." Zara stared at the worn bundle, It wasn't large. Only a handful of brittle pages tied together with faded cord yet every instinct inside her told her the same thing. This was what everyone had been searching for. The Codex.

Three of them between Marcus and me in under a second. Marcus moved very slowly. Deliberately. Showing every movement. He removed a bound document. Old. The kind of old that meant decades of careful preservation. "Lyra's original design documents," he said. "Copied and annotated over twenty years of study. The flaw is on page thirty seven. The stabilization correction is on page forty two." He extended it toward me. "Read it yourself. Have Senna read it. Have your grandmother read it. Have Cain read it if you want. They will all tell you the same thing."

"It's normal for you to not understand it. This manuscript has been around for a thousand years. The contents were written with writings from more than a few thousand years ago. It's not something that ordinary people can understand." "Now that you've viewed the manuscript, let's visit the lounge for a while. We can talk about the details of our collaboration while we're at it as well." "Alright. After you, Mr. Yeager." Liam nodded with a smile. He did not look like he was reluctant to leave at all. It was as if he truly just wanted to have a glance at the manuscript. In fact, what Julian did not know was that Liam already memorized everything on the two pages during that short period.

They began investigating it curiously. A wooden table was placed in the middle of the basement. It was occupied by the wreck of parchments, quills and an old, leather diary. Leo moved towards the table trying to find something that can help them acknowledge the situation. He began examining the hand made parchments. “Did you find anything?” Adi asked curiously. “Nothing much. Some very old handmade papers and a diary.” He pushed the diary towards Adi as it was empty when he checked. He continued taking a look at the parchments. He felt intrigued by its thick structure as he had never seen something like this.

I restored the box to its exact position, wiped my boot prints from the rug, and slipped back out into the corridor. Before I could take the sample to Lira, I needed to check the paperwork. I strode directly to the archives in the lower levels, ordering the master scribe to surrender the palace supply ledgers from the month of the festival. My eyes scanned the lines, tracking the carriages that had crossed the southern boundary river around the exact period when the Luna's initial symptoms had begun to manifest. My fingers froze on the third page. A carriage containing herbs and floral essence had indeed entered the palace gates two weeks ago. But as I traced the line to verify who received

He withdraws his fingers and sucks them into his mouth while I stare, mouth agape. The clarity of what just happened hits me and overwhelming shame covers me. I can’t believe I let that happen. I reach into my bag and retrieve the real reason for this meeting. I pass the file to him and he picks it up and flips through, his finger hovering near his nostrils ; the same finger that had been in me not long ago. Oh my goodness! He’s crazy He catches me staring and smirks before taking a long whiff of said finger. “ Addictive “, he says. Can the ground open up right now?

Her head still felt foggy sometimes. Maybe she was just distracted. The Second Thing Ethan showed up one afternoon looking confused. “You didn’t answer my messages,” he said. “I didn’t get any.” He showed her his phone. Three messages. Delivered. Read. Mira blinked. “I didn’t open those.” Lisa stood in the doorway quietly. Listening. The Third Thing Mira’s sketchbook — the one she and Lisa had been filling with their Lagos-in-space project — was ruined. Ink smeared across pages. A jagged tear through one of Mira’s best drawings.

As my words fell, the parchment scroll on the candlestick suddenly erupted into a thick black fog that soon filled the entire space, accompanied by a few wolf howls. After a few minutes, the black mist gradually dispersed, leaving the once wrinkled and dirty parchment scroll looking brand new, as if it had just been written. Braum and Bard exchanged incredulous glances, their mouths agape in shock. "Alpha, how did you know?" Bard asked. I shrugged in response, then slowly unfolded the parchment. "The material of this parchment isn't quite the same as the normal ones; you can easily feel that there's a layer of something sandwiched in the center. The black pattern on it is indeed a type of bl

Stems split at the base, Leaves peeled away from their joints and Each piece checked between my fingers before I set it aside. Information survives borders in plain sight if you know where to look. The message was in the fourth stem from the left. Thin paper rolled tight, Sealed with compound that dissolves with heat. I held it over the candle on the windowsill until the seal loosened and the paper opened. The handwriting was Idris. Small, Precise and Without feeling. You have sixty days. His vulnerability window opens at mating heat. Do not waste it. I read it once, Then again.

"Let's- Skip it." "What is in it?" Fani asked. "Nothing, where were we? I-" "Loukas," Leonidas cut in. "Tell us." "I said-" It was Persephone's turn to speak. "Loukas." "It is a penis!" Loukas suddenly blurted out, massaging his temple. "A plastic purple vibrating penis. Hermes knew I used to- Help myself with it. The fool." The other three stared wide eyed at him before Fani said, "Why would a penis be plastic and purple?"