Maniacal-book Novels & Stories

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

Mas better kung ready rin ako para do'n. The title of the book was 'Ιστορία de Ἀκαδημία'. Sounds weird, looks weird, but I somehow managed to read it. Its first page was about the founder. AND THE FOUNDER WAS: VIVIAN MORIANA!? What the fuck? I hurriedly went upstairs to my room to get the book my papa gave me. "VIAN! HUWAG TUMAKBO BAKA MADAPA KA!" Paalala ni lola. "Sorry po!"

Nevan was made smarter, agile, authoritative and wise. The two of them began to launch the contents of the mind. A way out with the appearance of the cunning enemy. *** The room is not too cramped. A hand that flipped through a unique book that was slightly dusty. The dark color of the book looks faded by the title. His hands were not smooth, nor did they look dull. But, the eyes are starting to look confusing. “What a strange history book,” Felix muttered glancing around the body of the book.

In anger and rage, his eyes turned completely red and he disappeared from everyone's sight with the speed of light. "Have you found that thing for which you came here?" Moroi Ace Denzell stood behind Ms. Anastasia and said in a low voice, "It's very rude. Don't steal like this when the family is not in the house. Very bad manners." Hearing his voice, Ms. Anastasia got scared, and the book fell from her hands. "Hey, you are faster than I thought," he picked up the book that fell on the ground and read the name of the book in a loud voice. "Exorcism: Eldritch Werewolves by Witch Rosaline."

It simply disintegrated, then reappeared back in the car. “Sick bastard,” I spat. He'd been stalking me. I tore a slim black book from the rat pile. Book of Psychopomps was etched on it in gold ink. Numbers, emails, and old-fashioned addresses accompanied names, written in no apparent order. I rifled through the pages: “Old farts: ODIN, MORRIGAN, YAMA, HERMES....” and “New pests: ANAESTHESIA, AIDS, SANTA MUERTE...” A red ribbon marked a page at the back. “Accessories: SHANNON PARKER.”

"I have a theory." Draco said as he flipped the pages of the old book. It was called the book of supernaturals. A small leather bound book that had information on every recorded supernatural. Gabriel had called Draco the minute he left Elliot who had been thoroughly confused by his request. Draco had come over quickly and Gabriel ushered him into his study and locked the door behind them. It was still early, too early for Lori to wake up so he knew they had a few more minutes to themselves before she woke up.

I said, drawing up a chair so I was sitting in front of him He raised bloodied eyes up to meet mine and spat I could see that Ana has roughened him up a bit in my absence “That was not the welcome I was expecting” I tsked “Go to hell, Andres” he said, glowering at me “Sure but isn’t it great how you are going to be my forerunner?” I smiled, pulling out the Santoku knife DESIRE BECOMES SURRENDER BOOK 1 IS OVER BOOK 2 WILL BE UPLOADED IMMEDIATELY AND WILL FEATURE ALEJANDRO CRUZ AFTER HIS ESCAPE FROM ANDRES DUNGEONS.

Tara A strange sound cleaves the heavy silence of the library — a sharp, broken laugh, which surprises even me. It transforms into a rictus I feel on my lips without having commanded it. "A conversation? Is that what you call it?" says Mike, retreating behind his armchair, making a barrier of leather and wood between us. His gaze is slimy, shifting from terror to desperate provocation. It's the trap of the cornered rat. "It's the beginning, Mike. The beginning of the end of our lies."

I ask back. “Uh,” Matt says, shifting his weight from foot to foot. I can’t help myself. I laugh. “But yes, Matt I’ve decided to go with the idea that I am not insane that we all are shape-shifting monsters so I don’t need the notebook anymore. The thing has been used against me three times now. Not again.” “I didn’t use it against you so that one time I took it shouldn’t count," Fletcher argues, sticking up two fingers to catch my attention.

Somebody knew, my mind alerted me. I lifted my gaze to Dom, only to see his brows creased. Had he received the same thing? Oh, I was so dead. He would kill me for this betrayal. Worse, he would blame himself for being so irresponsible. How could I be so irresponsible? Fuck! Seconds later, Dom looked up at me and gritted, “We’re Made-men, for fuck’s sake. Who the hell sends memes to their Consigliere?” I faked a laugh, and he asked, “Did you get the same?”