She A Book Novels & Stories

she reaches for a book and hands it over to me. " ugly love? and why does this sound so depressing?," I chuckle. " oh come on, give it a read. You will love it "I raise my eyebrow in suspicion but again what can a book made of paper do to me? " Okay," I shrug keeping it with me. she picks another one," which one is that," she turns the book and shows me the cover. " How about a coffee is dying to have one," she wiggles her eyes making me laugh. God, who is this?

she said. I took my phone and surfed as she had asked me and I had found a good libraries of books in the phone rather than in my own home. I mean I lack the sense of having the books in my home. “What do you want me to read?” I asked her. She snuggled to my side and then leaned against my stomach resting her head on my laps as she gently caressed my thighs. “Price and Prejudice,” she said. “The one written by Jane Austin?” I asked her.

Not sure exactly what She was lookSheng for, but She fIgured She’d know Sheng when She saw Sheets. After walkSheng back and forth down a couple Shingles, She turned the corner to go down a thSherd row of shelves when somethIng caught my eye. She walked straIght to thShes book that was pulled out further than the rest. She tried to blow soher of the dust off and all that managed to do was send her Siento a sneezSheng fShet. She pulled the book out and looked at the cover. She could tell She was an old book; She looked lIke She could crumple to a mShell Shion Sheets at any theher. She wiped off the front cover but there was nothIng on Sheet. No tItle or author or pIcture; nothSheng.

she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

I nod and look around. “Where is the book?” I ask. She wasn’t carrying anything when she entered the room. “I always carry it with me, you just can’t see it,” Shanna explains. She mutters a couple of strange words, holds out her hand, and a book appears and falls onto it. The cover is fine leather engraved with a vine-like design that swirls around the edges of a large picture. The picture depicts a woman standing with her arms stretched up above her head. Above her, there are stars in the sky and I swear I see one twinkle. Shanna opens to the first page and I am stunned to see a spell.

“That’s Vevila’s Grimoire! Her witch’s bible!” “You’re—kidding...” I muttered in shock. “I wish.” Shania picked up the heavy, leather bound book and brushed off some lint or dust. “Do you know how much I’ve tried so hard to find this book over the years?” She wasn’t slurring now and must’ve sobered up. “All this time, it’s just right there outside.” “Wait, wait,” I said, still confused. I tapped the book with my index finger. “That can’t be. I’ve seen a witch’s bible before, in that store, too. This isn’t it.”

Disclaimer This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events, organizations, and incidents in this book are either the product of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. She's A Secret Agent By Kiths L. Napao A secret agent, FBI's stunningly gorgeous, seemingly innocent Secret Agent Violet. Call her spooks. Sleuths. Femme fatale. Few figures are as compelling as a female spy.

She wanted something different, something unique and wondered what that would be. She walked back to the shelve and started searching until a huge book with black and gold edges caught her attention. She pulled out the book and it read "The Witches Spell book." She gasped and guiltily looked around the Library. She had never been able to cast spells and she had even lost whatever powers she ever had. She pondered and contemplated between reading and dropping the book but her curiosity got the better part of her and off she went with the book to one of the seats she had just cleaned.

I could even feel her breath against my lips. "I like you a lot, and I'd love to pursue you." I chuckled after finally collecting my wits. "Are you always this straightforward?" She just smiled slyly, dropping the aloofness from earlier on. "Of course, now. I only do this to people I like, and you happen to be the first one. "I've never been in a relationship before, and I used to not understand why people even bothered dating each other when they could have just been content with providing the best emotional fulfillment by themselves.

She was wearing a dress with daisy flowers printed on it while her hair is tied up in a bun with ribbon. "Lea. are you done reading your book?" I asked as I looked at her. She didn't pay a glance at me as she shook her head, "Not yet. I am still in chapter 5. How about you?" "I have finished actually. If you do not mind me asking you, what are you reading? was it another flower book?" I asked and tried to take a peek at the book she was reading. "Close enough but nice try though." She smiled at me as she continued, "It's a book called The Land of Petunia."