Not Quite By The Book Novels & Stories

“That book won’t work if you don’t really want it to.” “You shouldn’t be here,” I said, gripping the edge of the table. “I’m offering help,” he said, stepping closer. “Unless you’d rather keep fumbling with forbidden books and bleeding into bowls.” “Thanks, but like I said, I don’t need your help,” I said sharply, closing the Lussuria Clausa with more force than I needed. “I’m trying to focus. This isn’t a game.” “I never said it was. Let me help you figure it out.”

he said. “That’s a different kind of love,” she said. Nate smiled. “I don’t know how many kinds of love there are,” he said. “What are your next plan?” she asked. “Next plan?” he asked. “Are you seeing her soon?” she asked. Nate looked at her. The sound of non-stop typing on the keyboard surrounds the quiet room. Cela is inspired but she feels unsatisfied. There’s the idea of a new ending on her mind that she can’t put it in writing.

It was already a great disappointment when he said his going on a trip and will be back on the evening of our anniversary, but he promised to call when he get back which he hasn't done. Instinctively, I checked my phone once again for missed calls or notifications but there were none. It was so like him to zone out just when he's needed. I willed his call to come through with my mind but I guess my psychic energy ends in my imagination. I looked around in an attempt to find Jace among the crowd but all I saw were strange faces; mostly cute guys just like the one who had stolen my friend. Jace could never ignore a cute guy even if he was to walk up to her holding a bloody axe in one hand and

Nathan says and Marcus squints at me. "And hour and a half," he says and I know I can't change his mind. "I'll get started before tea," I tell them and I go to the kitchen table to start doing some revision. Minnie sits beside me and wags her tail every time i give her attention. I quickly get distracted and as Marcus is walking past to go to the kitchen he puts the pen back in my hand and kisses my temple to motivate me. I sigh and try my best to keep writing the English essay Nathan set me but I keep looking over to him in the kitchen with his sleeves rolled up. He's so hot it's unfair. And then to make it worse Marcus walks past in a tight t-shirt and sweatpants. Are they trying to make m

Greta hated it when people ate sweets before a meal. The prince went for a stroll in the garden but not without his sketchbook. It was pretty early so most of the flowers had just bloomed. He was at peace. But his life was filled with the calm before the storm. His storm was marching around the palace in search of him. The Duchess of Edinburgh aka the Queen. His mother.

"I was exiled and therefore I'm not the alpha." "You seem like you can't hurt a fly, what happened?" "Have you heard that looks are deceiving?" He asked her furrowing his brows. "Yes. So?" "How about curiosity killed a cat?" "I take it you do not want to talk about it." "No. I'm afraid no. It's rather an unpleasant topic." "I'm sorry D...." "It's okay. It helped me in ways you can't understand. I'm not sad about it. " "You don't look sad, you look rather fine but disturbed..."

�𝙖𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙛𝙚. 𝙎𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙨𝙣'𝙩 𝙖 𝙝𝙪𝙜𝙚 𝙛𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛 𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙗𝙤𝙤𝙠𝙨 𝙤𝙛 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙢𝙚, 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙠𝙣𝙚𝙬 𝙖 𝙡𝙤𝙩 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙢𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨. 𝘼𝙨 𝙨𝙝𝙚 𝙬𝙖𝙩𝙘𝙝

“You’ll enjoy it. Don’t worry, it is full of diagrams,” She blushes a deep scarlet. “Um, is it like the last book you lent me?” Taking another drink I shake my head. “Of course not. That book was practically for children. This one doesn’t just talk about basic positions, it also discusses more, enlightened arrangements and gives tips for delaying or enhancing…” “I don’t think I’ll need that then,” her eyes are quite wide as the crimson flush spreads from her cheeks to her perky little bosom. It’s adorable how easy she is to embarrass.

"Johnny, seriously? Enough already. You haven't answered my calls or come home, and now you're here causing a scene? There's a time and place for tantrums. I'll have the driver take you home." She reached out to grab my arm. I stepped back, dodging her touch, and let out a laugh. "Don't flatter yourself, Sylvie. I'm not here for you." Tyler cut in, voice sharp and mocking. "Johnny, today's for professionals. You're not seriously here to compete in design, are you? Do you even know design? I mean, I get that you're in love with Sylvie, but you don't need to humiliate yourself." Sylvie frowned slightly, perhaps uncomfortable with his tone. But then she noticed something—something on my face.

“But I need all the info on it I can find, and I think the whole the less you know, the better thing strongly applies right now.” “Fair enough,” she says with a shrug. “Though what I imagine you’re doing with this information is probably worse than what you’re really doing.” “That’s debatable.” I try not to smile at her sass. I shouldn’t encourage it. “Though you know what they say. The truth is often stranger than fiction.” I scan a row of books, going over each title slowly. Most are in Latin, and I know I’m not going to get lucky enough to find a big, fat book conveniently titled The Idiot’s Guide to Opening and then Closing the Gates of Hell.