Novel Book Bar Novels & Stories

He kept pounding until he finally groaned and filled me with hot, thick ropes of cum, his body shuddering against mine. After we caught our breath, I straightened my skirt, feeling his cum already starting to leak down my thighs, and gave him a wicked little smile. “I’ll take care of the rest. Don’t worry.” Later that afternoon, I found her in the quiet corner of the university library, tucked between the tall shelves of old literature books. She was pretending to read, but her face was still flushed and her hands were shaking as she turned the pages. I walked up behind her and leaned in close. “Hey… about what you saw earlier.”

If I want it to be. Looking at him, freshly showered, dressed in preppy clothes with that boyish grin on his face…takes me back to that very first night. When I saw him from across the room. I couldn’t take my eyes off of him because he was reading a book at the bar. Who reads a book at the bar? Better yet, what athlete reads a book in a bar after a winning game? Dane Rose, that’s who. He does what he wants and he doesn’t give a shit what people think.

He replied. The next morning, Arielle went to the bookstore, she saw the board ‘Closed’ hanging there, she had come way too early, the store wasn’t ‘open’ yet. She then leaned against the door and tried to peek inside, she found him coming out of the kitchen with his coffee mug on his hand he then proceeded to his large leather chair, keeping the coffee at the side, he picked the book from the table and with a red marker on his hand, he began his read.

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On the other side of the room, a bookshelf sat in the corner, displaying an assortment of well-arranged books and a few files. In general, the room felt cozy and peaceful. It was just... "Wow! " Christiana exclaimed in awe. She headed to the bookshelf. Her eyes scanned the books and finally landed on a novel. Christian's eyes lit in excitement and she took it. It was one of her favorite novels; VERITY BY COLLEN HOOVER.

Whether he felt guilty or was just giving me the space I so desperately needed from the whole situation, Missael kept his distance, and I actually had a really nice time, chatting about books and our favorite stories. The little dive bar was fun too and had fun drinks and really good fries. I could see why the place was so popular that the book club would come out to have a meeting there. “I’m going to grab a drink, does anyone need a refill of anything?” I asked, getting up, but with pitchers of soda and beer, everyone was good to go. I was the only one who wasn’t feeling a soda as I headed to the other side of the dive bar.

Zivah smiled, “Let’s go someplace where we can read and eat and stay for hours.” “The Book Café.” I said excitedly, it was our favourite place to hang out. It was a beautiful café with all junk food available and books kept in shelves and wooden tables and chairs to sit, sort of like a library with food. And it felt amazing just being there, the peace and ambiance. “Oh manh, I can’t come.” I muttered sadly, remembering that the hacking just happened yesterday and there is still no trace of catching the hacker. “I have to go to work.”

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Chapter 25 Chills down my legs Zima's POV I walked steadily toward the bar across the room, feeling his eyes follow me until I disappeared from his sight. It was tucked neatly to the left side of his chamber. I’d never heard of anyone keeping a full bar in their bedroom, but of course, King Aiden did. Several bottles lined the counter, Martini, whiskey, and a few others I didn’t recognize. My hand trembled as I reached for a bottle of Martini, almost certain I’d drop it.