One Hour Books Novels & Stories

I rested my head on the couch and opened the book. "Antoni and Cleopatra" By-W. Shakespeare. "Hey this is the same book I took from Randhir's library.Ohh God I didn't return it to him."I whispered in irritation. I flipped over few pages but my Heart was getting restless.Reason,yet unknown to me.I glanced at the watch it was only 9:40 pm. Life seems to be very slow first time.I am not a person who likes to watch TV. I turn my music player on.

Hashmuk whisphered against his ears, licking his earlobes. "Hashmuk, I have something to do." He tried to wriggle himself free from his grip when he recalled that him and his friends had agreed to meet at the palace’s library to dig deeper into the magic books they had carried along with them. "What do you want to do? Can’t it wait?" He asked, trailing kisses down his body. He wasn’t given time to respond because the next minute Hashmuk captured his lips for an itense deep kiss. Kelvin smiled through the kiss, closed his eyes and gripped Hashmuk’s hair. With one swap, he turned him so that he would be on top and captured his lips, pulled him against him for another heated kiss.

I gasped sharply as the tip of his finger slipped inside my wet cunt. My entire body clenched around him instantly. Tears burned at the corners of my eyes from the sudden pleasure as I struggled to breathe through the feeling of his fingers moving slowly inside me. “Or,” he continued teasingly, “did you follow instructions because you secretly wanted this?” Goodness, It was true. The note his secretary had handed me earlier had included one ridiculous instruction: 'Don’t wear panties.' I had every intention of ignoring it. Yet somehow, before knocking on his penthouse door, I had slipped them off anyway and shoved them into my purse like some desperate, obedient girl.

The teacher said it was on the middle shelf right in the middle row a year, I went to where the teacher told me the books were, sometimes I looked at her because she is wearing shorts that show her legs well, then I asked the teacher a question, I wanted to know if the school had a collection of books and I said the name for her and she told me she did, that's when she asked Kris to show me where the books I wanted are. -Kris, can you show the teacher where the books are, please, then she got up. I fixed the shorts and showed me the wave of the books, at this time I took her hand and looked into her eyes she stood there looking at me, she gaped, It was at this time that I spoke...

Learn how to hide and protect yourselves, you idiots. I kept on flipping the book, finding something that seems so interesting. I love reading so maybe I can just read for now even if it'll just end up worthless. I have nothing to do anyway. I'll just continue my hunt to that bastard the moment the sun rises tomorrow. I really love reading books about history and maybe this will help me with my boredom and give me a lot of energy for my battle tomorrow. I read some pages till my eyes landed on an illustration which seems to be erased now if I'll touch it. It has something written in it but it's already blurry. It's visible how many years it has already passed.

The new publisher was a young woman named Eva, who had read the Oracle Letters in university, who had been moved by the story of two women who changed everything. "Why do you keep writing?" Eva asked. "Because they did." "That's not an answer." "It's the only one I have." --- The book was called The Ordinary Hours. Not about grand gestures — about the small things. The coffee. The garden. The hand on your shoulder. The person who stays when staying is hard. I dedicated it to Joana. For showing me that love is not about the dramatic moments, I wrote. It's about the morning light. The shared silence. The choice to be present.

I pulled out the book that I needed and huffed when I felt the sudden weight of it in my arms. I placed the book back on my table, but the stupid book made a loud noise on the desk, and I winced in embarrassment. Thankfully nobody paid any attention to me. I spread out all my books and started engaging myself with the work for the next two hours. ----- I looked at my watch to see that I still had forty-five minutes left before the bust that I usually went in would make an appearance. I had finished most of the things that I was supposed to do for the day. I stretched myself out on the chair, my back hurting from bending over my books for so long.

|To my readers, this chapter is a bit extreme as it contains BDSM and torture. Feel free to skip this if it makes you uncomfortable.| Ava's POV Whatever we did in the first round was child's play. This time, my hands were bound above my head while on my knees as Davin circled me for a while. “Look at me, Ava.” He commanded but I kept my gaze down, my lips curving a bit when I knew what being defiant would get me.

I never imagined Antonio would have something like this here. I spent hours browsing through the shelves, looking for something to pass the time. I found several erotic books that taught about sex and dominance, but there was this particular one that caught my eye: *Fifty Shades of Grey*. I had heard about the book before but never read it. Curious, I took it back to my room, along with a few others, and started reading. Days passed, and as I turned the pages, I began to fully understand.

My hands skimmed the books stacked in the book shelves, and time ticked by painfully slow as I took Alpha Nolan's younger brother's advice and stayed inside the room. It had been over two hours since I slept and woke up on the white and gold bed, so I decided to take a look at all the books that were in the book shelves. The writing on the spines were mostly fading away, gathering dust as they had no use for the people who lived here. I admired some of the old classics and new books as my eyes wandered over every title. I had gathered a stack of books in my hand, picking the ones I wanted to read and taking them out. So far I had five books which were classics that I knew would peak my inter