Novels 122 Novels & Stories

I ordered and she froze, her eyes returning to meet mine in surprise. “Sir, is there something wrong with the presentation? Why did you ask me to stop—” I slammed on the projector button and it turned off immediately. Good fucking riddance. “Get over here, Lena. On those pretty knees. Keep those juicy fingers away from the floor, I need to taste them.” I ordered and like an obedient slut, she got on her knees, crawling over to me. When she got in front of me, just like I had ordered, she kept her middle and ring fingers away from the dirt. I took her hand in my mouth, licking off the juices that had coated it, and she moaned softly in pleasure.

Out of curiosity, Lars levitated to grab it. "What is it?" Sophia asked. "I don't know, it's a... book." It was a red covered notebook, containing names, dates, a picture and short profiles. There were a mix of men and women with different ages and professions. Lars wasn't sure what these meant until he showed it to Sophia. She seemed to recognize some of the faces in the book, and it made her horrified of something. "These are... deceased Scions." Lars could felt his heart stopped. "W - What? Are you sure?"

VOLUME TEN: A HEAVEN HILL CHRISTMAS Author's Note: These Christmas Novella's are in no particular order – they aren't even in chronological order of the series. It's just one Christmas I picked out of every couple's lives and wrote about it. JESSICA & LAYNE

THE CONTENTS OF THE STORY IS FICTIONAL AND AN ORIGINAL WORK OF THE AUTHOR. THIS BOOK IS PART OF THE 12 SUPERNATURALS SERIES WHICH ARE:- DEMONESS SERIES THE WHITE WIDOW 1, 2 & 3 REVENGE OF THE NIGHT ENCHANTMENT OF DARKNESS IMMORTAL SERIES FRUIT OF IMMORTALITY PLEASING ETERNITY SEARCHING DESTINY VAMPIRESS SERIES AWAKENING IN SECRETS DECEIVING TIME

For the first time, Cathedra had someone who didn't cringe every time she opened her mouth to speak. So this is what having a friend feels like, huh? Cathedra thought to herself. One lunch break, while waiting for Diane underneath the tree, Cathedra was scribbling a draft of her first novel in her notebook. The novel contained the scenes she saw in the storybook, back in her kindergarten days. Since that day at kindergarten, she didn't tell anyone what she saw in the storybooks anymore. The thought of seeing things that other people couldn't still terrified her but she tried hard not to think about it by avoiding any book she can see other than school books and textbooks.

“What’s it about? I can’t remember.” “The novel’s coming along fine,” Eva replied proudly. “In fact, it’s almost done. You can’t remember what it’s about because I didn’t tell you, but nice try.” Tara heaved an impatient sigh and dove into her fare with exaggerated gusto. She hated secrets. Eva consistently refused to divulge the theme of her novels until they were in print. Her way of making it up to her niece and nephew was to present them with autographed first editions. Tara couldn’t understand where Eva came from with her superstitions. Just once she’d like to be able to know the plot before the world did.

he says and I shake my head, refusing his threats. “Or…” he says and takes his hands completely off of me. He opens the book and flip through slowly, his fingers teasing the edge of the white pages the way I wish he would tease my hard nipples. I press my legs together, looking for a way to keep down my lust and the crazy thoughts as a drop of juice slides out of my pussy lips into the lady panties I have on. “Or…” he says again and runs his finger down the page of my last writing. Tomorrow morning is Christmas morning.

Where have I heard that name before? Deciding I had enough of listening to the news, I turn the TV off as I put on some music before I focus on the book I am reading. I am reading a Mafia romance where the male lead is the mafia underboss, and he falls for the girl that is the sunshine to his grumpy mood. I can’t help but snort from time to time thinking how can she fall for everything he does to her. How he plays and manipulates her without giving nothing back. I must have fallen asleep while I was reading in bed after dinner because when I open my eyes and stretch my arms I feel like I have slept for hours. I look around the room and remember the morning I woke up in Dash’s bed.

“Since we have destroyed Azba, I have no urgent need of him. No large band will appear now till the first grass.” “Is Azba cut to pieces then?” inquired Novoveski. “So cut up that I do not know if twenty-five men escaped; and even those will be caught one by one, if Mellehov has not caught them already.” “I am terribly glad of this,” said Novoveski, “for now it will be possible to go to Rasrkoff? In safety,” here he turned to Basira: “We can take to Sir Rushet the letters which her grace, our benefactress, has mentioned.”

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.