Misogi Book Novels & Stories

THEMES: Dark and Intense, Incubus- X- Human, Demon- X- Human, Filthy tone, Accidental demon summoning, Memory reading, Blackmail pre plot, Risky fuck, Public setting, Fucking in a Library, Aftercare, Revenge, Spell Gone Wrong, Spell circle, Trapped in a Spell circle rune.

“I’m listening, but don’t expect me to condone your reckless behavior.” I grinned mischievously, “that’s the best part”. "I don’t need your approval, but I need your ears." Sophia chuckled. "You’re impossible, Christy." "Go on telling me about your ungodly temptation of a man." “His name is Mason, he really helped me relax.” Sophia’s eyes sparkled with intrigue. “Relax? That’s code for ‘get you into bed,’ right?’ I giggled. “Maybe.” But honestly, Sophia, there was something about him. The way he touched me, the way he looked at me… it was nothing I’d ever experienced before.

(Sebastian POV) After watching the wounds heal up on her back and she was finally asleep. That's when I decide to go to the packs library with Seth. We needed to go through all the supernatural books that my family was able to collect through their lives. I need to know more to find out about my beautiful mate. As I was going through all the books that I didn't realize that five hours have gone by in a blink of an eye. We went through most of all the books not finding anything that will tell me about my baby girl. I then thought about the book of the gods and goddess, but as I look through the other books, but I didn't see that book.

Many people always gathered there. Katia stopped at a stall where they were selling books of an erotic theme and skimmed through some titles. There were some books she already had, but others she didn't. Some of these books, she never thought she'd see in print. She picked up a book titled "Diary of a Submissive" by Sophie Morgan. She read the synopsis, raised an eyebrow, but ended up buying it. She didn't know why she bought it, but she had already paid for it.

"That's what everybody calls them. I only see them as a bunch of assholes though. Especially that Alpha, he's a glorified prick." She chuckles. Mila Westwood fucking chuckles! The sky must have turned red outside, because I've never seen my mother smile, talk less of a chuckle. What was happening with people these days? " The gods must have been crazy to give you those three as mates .” She dips her hand in the pocket of her cloak and produces a mirror. It's small, barely the size of my palm, but clearly holds a lot of magic. “That is a communicator. Just stare at it, focus your energy and speak out my name and I'll be there. We'll use this to communicate from now on.”

I walked into the master bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the water run until the mirrors were completely fogged over. I stepped into the glass enclosure and let the hot spray hit my back. I closed my eyes, leaning my head against the wet tiles. I was lathering my body with a strawberry-scented soap, my hands sliding over my yoga-toned stomach and down to my thighs. My mind was drifting back to the feeling of Leo’s nine-inch dick. I reached down to wash my pussy, my fingers lightly brushing over my clit, which was already hard and sensitive.

Words that… words that a madman said to try to flood our lands with evil. The original book was full of magic–ancient magic. Dark and endless. It stole parts of his soul every time he said words he didn’t understand. But I understand these words as I crack the pages–printed in neat ink on simple printer paper, not weathered, yellowing papyrus. Misty’s scribbles leave indents in pen under the printed symbols–a translation done to the best of her abilities. I have to trust her. She’s the brightest mind of the family, but if she got one single translation wrong… and I say it?

The two shifters sensed my discomfort so Brielle laughed reassuringly. "Don't worry, Selene," Brielle said, gesturing toward Margo. "We aren't going to spill your secrets to anyone." They smiled at me and I sensed that she was telling the truth. "Did you bring the wine?" Brielle asked Margo. Margo lifted a dark-tinged bottle from the basket triumphantly. "Don't ever doubt me," Margo said with a wink. The three of us laughed and chatted throughout the afternoon, sharing the bottle of wine. It was such a relief to enjoy the company of my gender after spending the last week with the male pack. I hadn't had this much fun in so long, and I was grateful for their company.

"Oh, are you blaming me for your mahjong losses now? Just because of my aura? What does it have to do with me? You lost at Mahjong, and you blame me. What if you lose at the casino and you still blame me? Your misfortune is yours; don’t blame it on others.” Lilia, as someone who holds grudges, gritted her teeth. Fueled by her resentment, she continues to verbally assault Sherly. “You think you’re clever, don’t you? Just because you’re my husband’s child surrogate from another egg, do you think so highly of yourself?” Lilia snorted. “But everyone here knows the truth, right? You’re not a real Montenegro. You came from a nameless egg donor; you’re not real.”

We are old friends. - owner? A man? - Yes, I'm bisexual. Does it displease you? - Noooo. - she says immediately. – I have nothing against it, by the opposite. Some time ago, before I arrived here, I found a book that some human had forgotten or lost. It was about two friends who became lovers. Two men. – she blushes – there were very interesting scenes. – She says remembering the book “My Best friend & I” by the writer A.P. Morgan.