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He’d left the question in the air expecting me to explode or to scare me. I’d met guys who liked to shock girls that they dated, trying to play up their masculinity. The problem was that Tim didn’t need to shock me to prove his masculinity. He oozed it. “So there’s got to be a story attached to that statement,” I said after I’d put my drink back down, trying to act calm at his crazy statement. “Not really. She was my submissive, and she told me ‘no’ when I gave her a command.” “You're submissive? Like 50 Shades of Grey submissive stuff?”

And lastly, the books in this section look even older than the ones that Rhode was looking at. I take a closer look at the shelves to see that most of the so-called books are mostly loose papers that are poorly bound. Some look so ancient I worry that the papers will crumble into dust if I touch them. But I pull out a few anyway, sneezing my head off in the process and trying to find something about the silly legend of Udbhava.

I squeak at the end. Damn it. He’s caught me by surprise, and it’s making me nervous. “Smut isn’t what I had in mind.” “It’s just a romance novel, Daddy.” I knew the cigarettes would get me in trouble, but I’m surprised he’s harping on the book. He’s always got his nose in a book—sometimes some classic, since he’s a lit professor, but just as likely a thriller, and he knows I love a good romance as much as he loves a good save-the-world-from-the-bad-guys adventure.

She pointed with her finger and ran it down these books looking for a particular cover. “I have been saving this story for the right moment.” She directed her son to sit in the chair and when he sat down, she gave him the book. It looked ordinary to him, but it was obviously special to her. “This is the story of a young man who found a friend while on a journey. It is called ‘The Tale of Meru’.” He looked surprised because he was half expecting another history lesson. “Are you sure you have the right book?” “Yes, Yvayn, I am. I am not as boring as you would like to think I am.”

Hindi siya makatingin ng diretso sa mga mata ng mga ito, but everyone greeted her boss who was behind her. “S-Sir. `Yung book ko pala.” Bigla siyang huminto at lumingon dito nang nasa harap na sila ng kanilang mga opisina. “Everyone Has A Story, written by the Indian Author: Savi Sharma. This was the author’s debut novel and was first published in August 2015. Sharma self-published her book, which quickly became popular and bestselling. Later it was published by Westland publishers. By February 2017 more than 100,000 copies of the book were sold,” sabi nito sabay abot ng aklat na iyon sa kaniya.

Ch-1 --------------------- [Warning: this story is in the 'incest' category. As a result, the mother and son in this tale might have a relationship which you might find unsettling. At the end, when they kiss each other goodnight, neither of them has to go to another bedroom. The father already sleeps there.]

he said, lifting it by one corner and showing the cover to me, “is filled with the stories of our people. Every werewolf family has a copy, and all werewolf children grow up hearing the tales.” “So… they’re fairy tales like Cinderella? Or myths like Pandora’s Box?” I asked, taking the book and examining it. It was an old book with a dark green cover, embossed with gold scrolling around the edges and on the binding, with the title “The Goddess’s Tales” right in the center. Despite its age, it was still in wonderful condition, with hardly any deterioration.

“I'd just stick it in and pull it out before you notice." “No." “A boobjob?" “No." “A handjob? Blowjob?" “I could give you this book." I raised the book Gerald had given him up to his eye level, and Stan's face squeezed into a frown. “Well, what the hell do you suppose I do with that?" he asked, pushing the book back down. "I don't know how to even fucking read.”

Keith turned around and pretended to cry. “He passed a week ago. I’ll be looking after this place from now onwards and if you want to work here then you better start working right now.” John commanded. “Sure.” Keith talked to him and picked up the accounts book. John came and took the book from Keith’s hand. “Hold on! What do you think you’re doing?” “I'm doing what I do every day.” Keith smiled “Sorry but you won’t be doing it from now onwards. There were already a lot of errors in the book and a lot of missing amount. Don’t worry. I’ll take all the amount from you.” John winked at Keith and walked away.

**** The bookstore is well known throughout Indonesia because of its branches everywhere. Like now, Alsava is rarely interested in Best Seller shelves because they are often deceived by stories that promise to make crying and laughing together. What else is read by millions of people from an authoring platform. It is as if the promotional words on the cover of the book only explain that the contents of the book do not believe that in oneself.