Possessive Books Novels & Stories

" I told her. She was quiet until I heard her getting in her pant pocket. I heard the ding of the keys. She put the keys in her hand in front of my face. I saw the keys dangling back and forth. I grabbed them out of her hand. I put them up to her door. I got the key to unlock her door. We walked in the front door. I turned around, closed the door, and locked it. I walked across the room. I saw a lot of books on her bed. I looked around I saw a lot of beds, as we have over at the football camp. They like to have twelve bunk beds, but we have fifteen bunk beds. I didn’t have to look for her bed; I already knew where she was. I saw a pink and red blanket that has books on it. But one book stuck

We both smiled when I said that to him. The smile on his face is very obvious and he hugged me tightly. "I don't want anyone to talk to you that close. I'm so jealous." He said while the smile was not removed from his lips. Well, compared before, his smile reached his ears. I rolled my eyes at him. "Yes, you're possessive, Mr. Gomez." His mood changed when I suddenly called him the wrong way. "I'm just fencing off what I own." He answered me. "Yes, Sir Henry." I laughed at his frown because he really didn’t want me to call him sir.

I'm frightened she's here to pummel me over the head for being in her brothers company, or rip the clothes from my body and claim them as hers. As much as Vaia is not my favourite person in this place, she does have a beautiful quarter all to herself, that I find myself envying. From rich wooden floors sweeping up to pale wallpaper, the place is furnished neatly with a few rugs, furniture and most impressively, hand-built, carved bookshelves laden with an endless supply of books. And this is only her living space I was escorted through my one of her maidens. Her bedroom still looms before me, protected by the door I just knocked upon.

"I will miss you." "I will miss that sweet pussy of yours." he whispers tracing the lining of my panties "Adrian," I hit his chest, and he shrugs "What can I say?" "Your pussy loves me." his tongue licks my neck before he nips "I love my marks on you." My eyes narrow "Do you know that you are a possessive bastard." "Still, you can't deny that you love me, darling," he says cockily with a smirk. "Darling, don't you know I love you because of your money/" My fingers feel his abs as my hands roam everywhere on his muscular chest.

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/Bach…Bach…/ This lascivious slurping sound is so sad, he rubs my underside with one hand and rubs my nipples with one hand. “N… No, don't do both at the same time.” Jay Park like turning into a beast while making love, he didn't answer but kept stabbing me deep inside. “um~…”

Her thoughts were scattered but heavy. Her eyes wandered around the room. Everything still felt new and unfamiliar. Her gaze drifted to a tall shelf in one corner. Curiosity drew her in. She stood slowly and walked over to it. Each shelf had pictures of Alexander dressed sharply. Always composed. There were some with him holding awards, as well as pictures of him exchanging handshakes with equally sharply dressed men. And then, Her eyes fell on a small photo album. Gabriella hesitated for a moment before picking it up.

An overstuffed armchair, the slightly worn couch she’d spent so many Saturday nights on, the rows and rows of books lining the wall all around her TV set. “And I see the Robb series holds the place of honor,” he pointed at the bookshelves. “Of course. Not only are they my favorite series ever, but they’re the first ones I started to collect,” she replied. “Which reminds me. I bet being the owner of a bookstore, where literally any title you want you can get a hold of, is particularly satisfying.”

This is kind of fun. "I brought you some books," I set them down on the bare bed frame. I almost lose it when she crawls over to me in the big-ass sweater. "Woah, these are shiny," she says taking the City of Bones book. "You have so many books," "Some of these go in a specific order," I say and start lining them up for her. "Start here," "You're leaving them all here? I don't just have to pick one?" "Yeah, these are all for you. These are educational ones," I tap Jayk's books. "They belong to Jayk,"

Saturday morning, after breakfast, Don gave Caroline the three books together. Not the individual copies, which she had received over the years of their publication—The Inside Account in the fifteenth year, The Ground Keeps in the sixteenth, The Emergent World in the eighteenth. She had read each one when it was published, had written to them about each one, and had discussed them with Ernest and Don on subsequent visits. But Don had had a set bound together: The Inside Account and The Ground Keeps and The Emergent World in a single volume, the three books bound in dark green leather with a title stamped in gold on the spine: THE INSIDE ACCOUNT / THE GROUND KEEPS / THE EMERGENT WORLD.