Mia Cara Book Novels & Stories

My voice came out quieter than I expected. Mia reached into the folder she had set down and hesitated, then looked back up at me. "Your father's library." "My father's..." "There was a book, on mate marks. The history of them, the conditions under which they fade, everything." She said it almost carefully, like she had been sitting on this information and had been waiting for the right moment to use it. "I found it a few weeks ago when I was looking for something else. I read the whole thing."

Mia shrugged and for a moment I felt like my ears weren't hearing the right thing. "Mia, are you sure you didn't take anything that messed with your reason? When did you start believing in luck, not just any luck but bad luck". I was trying to wrap my head around what she just told me. "Luck exists, this book here talks about it" she handed me a book and here I thought that she was reading a textbook. I didn't know she was reading something else titled "Existence of luck". "This is complete nonsense even if the title doesn't make any sense. Mia, not everything you read in books or on the internet are true and besides where did you get this book?" I looked at the book once again.

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Mia’s heart beat a steady, excited rhythm as she picked up her biology textbook—the thick one from her first-year course that covered advanced human physiology, including the reproductive system chapter she had deliberately dog-eared. She wore a soft, oversized college hoodie that belonged to Jake but hung loose on her frame, the hem brushing mid-thigh. Underneath, only a pair of tiny cotton panties. No bra. Her nipples already peaked against the fabric from anticipation. She had brushed her hair until it fell in soft waves and dabbed a touch of vanilla scent on her wrists and the hollow of her throat. This was the moment to test how far the crack in Ethan’s restraint had spread. She padded

Olivia's POV I settled into my office, finally ready to dive into the Lunera Beauty books. My life had felt so out of control lately, it was like a breath of fresh air to be back, in control of my own space. I had barely opened my laptop when Mia knocked and slipped in, her expression hesitant, her lips pressed tightly together. “Liv, you are not going to believe this,” she began, crossing her arms in front of her. “It’s about Aiden.”

He grumbled, shaking his head. “You know what I think?” Miles chirped. “We go on a trip.” “Yeah, man. That’s what I’m talking about.” Aiden agrees. The two bumped their fists in concord. Their conversation drowned out right after I heard my phone beeped. I pulled it out from my pocket and swiped the screen. I read Cara’s message: ‘Missing your cock’ Shit. This woman… “Bro, what the fuck. Why the hell are you blushing like a teenager?” Miles’ ask. I raise my head from staring down at the message only to see them observing me with a curious funny look.

I asked. Mhairi broke into a broad grin before getting out of the bed and hurrying away. A minute or so later she reappeared, a thick paperback in her hands, the pages uneven and yellowed and the spine lined from use. She placed it in my hands, the artwork on the front of a fire-breathing dragon. “This is one of the biggest authors in the genre at the moment. And one of the few who still does printed books.” I stroked my hands over it before opening it up, grinning from ear to ear as well.

The university library’s restricted upper floor was nearly deserted by 9 PM. Only the faint hum of fluorescent lights and the occasional creak of old wooden shelves broke the silence. Mia had claimed a corner table in the rare books section, surrounded by towering stacks that smelled of dust, leather, and aged paper. Her laptop was open to notes on *Delta of Venus*, but her mind was elsewhere—specifically on the thick load of Professor Vale’s cum still faintly leaking into the fresh pair of panties she’d changed into after his office.

She felt Kael’s wool coat become heavy with the dampness of a real New York morning. ​They tumbled out of the "Manuscript" and onto the floor of a Real-World Office. ​But it wasn't the Copyright Bureau. It wasn't the Vane Group. ​It was a small, dusty bookstore in Brooklyn. Standing over them was a woman with grey hair and a warm smile—the "Real" version of Mia. ​"Welcome back, Nora," Mia said, handing her a physical copy of a book. ​Nora looked at the cover. It wasn't Volume 2. It was a book titled: "THE AUTHOR’S APOLOGY."

Isabella I took three deep breaths in Mia’s office before venturing out into the unknown. The first hall we went down led to double doors that opened to a library filled with books. There was an English and a Spanish section. Both contained everything from how-to books to fantasy and romance. Besides the shelves and books, the furnishings included multiple tall tables with chairs as well as couches and comfy chairs. As we stepped out to leave, a woman nearly ran into us. She was pretty in a nondescript way. Wearing blue jeans and a white tank top, she was easily ten years my senior, which didn’t make her old.