Madlib Book Novels & Stories

Hence, she put it back in its spot among other dusty books and walked to another shelf. She came across a couple of other books but she knew none of them will give her any information on what she sought after; ‘Moon Goddess' Mate’ by U. Tipper, ‘The Hybrid's special Guide’ by L. O. Klark, ‘Tribid Greed’ by Steve Reynolds, and a lot of other books.

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9 "How can I be so careless? I've never been careless! How in the world did I have his phone instead of mine? How can I be in such a bad luck?" She mumbled to herself. She groans as she lays over her bed. "Even the thought of him touching my phone makes me hate him! Even more when he calls me babe!" She pulled her blanket and placed his phone down on the drawer beside her bed and fell back to sleep. On the other hand, Milo grabbed his little notebook out and his pen since he had words that popped into his head out of nowhere that he didn’t want to forget so he wrote it down as fast as he could before it disappears.

It was hand written. She went on, flipping the book and stopping to read through some parts of it. It was a book about spells and she found herself laughing at the silliness of the thought that magic was still in existence. Some of the spells in the book made Matilda to shake her head and conclude that the book had been written during the time that witches existed. Some of the recipes in the book had ingredients like a two day old crow's blood, the crushed bark of a cider tree, four leaved clovers, mint leaves that had bloomed in the summer and many other bizarre ingredients.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

“Kaitlyn, sweetheart, you know this isn’t punishment. It’s fun. Sometimes I’d rather just be me, spanking the woman I love.” “But...the book. You were scolding me. I don’t like that.” “Oh, shit, you weren’t supposed to take that seriously! That was part of the game.” Then he makes a weird face. “Besides, I picked that one off the bedside table because the cover picture was sexy and...well, the next thing I knew it was three hours later.” “Ha! Told you they were addictive!”

Everything about this house was so happy, and I had often wondered if it was a truth or a lie. Mama had been only nineteen when she had had Dom and twenty-three when she had had me. Her young age and lack of experience in the outer world had always given Papa an advantage, an upper hand on all of us, especially on her, and eleven years ago, after Papa had died, it was as though Mama had broken free of the thick shackles binding her for all these years.

Ruby The loss of the precious book struck a devastating blow on me, as it held the key to the healing knowledge I desperately needed, and now it was gone, leaving me feeling confused and lost. The thought of failing the challenge given to me by Madam Nelly pressed down on me, and this wasn't even about failing the already impossible task—the book was an invaluable guide owned by my grandmother for almost a thousand years. It was also passed down to her by her own grandmother, but now it is gone.

Then she looks at Kaia, “My Kaia…what swollen lips you have. Did you play little red riding hood or something with Isaiah?” I looked at her curiously. “Little red riding hood?” “You’ve never heard of that story?” Sinclair asked. “Can’t say that I have.” “There’s a big, bad wolf and he tries to eat little red riding hood.” She winked. I looked at her strangely, “That’s a real story?” “Children’s story.” Kaia said and then she smirked at Sinclair, “Maybe I wanted my big, bad wolf to be a big, bad wolf, Sinclair.” She winked.

Dust drifted lazily through the air, untouched by the silence that surrounded the room. She wandered slowly between the shelves, unable to hide the excitement in her eyes. "I could spend an entire lifetime in here," she murmured. Mia chuckled. I'm beginning to think you'd choose books over food. Adriana smiled. "I might." Her fingers trailed lightly across the worn spines of countless books. Some were bound in rich leather, others in faded cloth that had nearly fallen apart with age. She passed sections on herbal medicine, the history of forgotten kingdoms, dragon lore, ancient wolves, and magical creatures she had never heard of.