Side View Of A Book Novels & Stories

’ The corner of my lips lowered in sadness. ‘Lilith, he told that he hadn’t read that book but saw it once. Maybe the book has clear title as white wolf or something which could tell it is about us’ Irene was right, I asked Adrian to read the side labels of every book carefully, it will be somewhere here. ‘Ok, I am going to that side, meanwhile you check in this area’ Library was big, and my head pounded at the thought of how tough it’s gonna be to find that book. I started from very right of the door and begin skimming the titles.

ANWEN'S POV Cradling the open book in both arms, I found a quiet corner tucked between two towering shelves. I lowered myself to the floor, leaned back against the bookcase, and rested the ancient volume on my lap. For a long moment, I simply stared at it. Its pages were no longer blank. All because the book had touched my blood. I still couldn't decide whether that should fascinate me... or frighten me. Carefully, I opened the book.

She pulled it out, sneezed once as dust motes tickled her nostrils, and lowered the book on the coffee table. The title was written in cursive gold letters, 'The Art Of The Body'. Clearly out of curiosity, she opened to the middle of the book, and her eyes nearly popped out in pure mortification. The book contained explicit diagrams of men and women in different, erotic, sexual poses.

I suggest, giving my shoulder a slight shrug. Kenji picks up a book and passes it over to Levi to place beside his book on the other table. Levi looks down at it and grimaces before setting it next to the ghost book. My brows rise in curiosity as I walk over to see the book. Forbidden Sex Magic stares back at me in bright red letter, the picture of a naked woman being rammed into by a centaur graces the cover. “Well that is disturbing.” I tell them, placing the book back down and putting the ghost book on top of it to hide the cover. Levi and Kenji let out loud spurts of laughter behind me as they watch my discomfort over the book.

The front cover featured a pair of clinging humans in an intimate position. "Mostly bonuses from work at the publishing house." [Bonus?] Maureen opened the preliminaries view, the page showing the book's team and found Ben's name there as the editor. "Wow!" It was amazing for Maureen who had just learned about the other side of Ben. Not to mention the contents of the book that was read when flipped over. "Isn't it hot to read something like this?" Ben was already standing next to Maureen, taking the book from her hand and placing it back in the stack. In such close proximity, the scent of sweat running down the hollow of Ben's neck tempted Maureen to linger there.

A gentle smile from the man watching from the door. Saying nothing, she scanned the shelves. Lingered on the bone-white glow of the books. Some slender, hinting perhaps at quiet lives sharing easy stories half-told. Their slender spines dwarfed by their wider neighbors. Width, perhaps, promising more within their pages. Of louder lives teeming with breathless sagas and lessons well-learned.

She wasn't there; she didn't see it happen when I watched my shadow snap his neck in self-defense. "You’re not sure," I counter. "I am," she insists, her gaze steady and full of reassurance, almost making me feel foolish for fearing a book. Taking a deep breath, I finally open the book. It seems to anticipate my needs, flipping pages on its own until it stops at a peculiar drawing—a girl with long hair standing hands on hips, with her shadow beside her, rendered in dark charcoal as if to mirror her.

A bookshelf stacked with all kinds of books. "Do you like it?"

I muttered, rocking Jodie. I had to let Flavia focus, so I stepped away from her and let my eyes roam around the section, hoping I would find a few books myself. Despite the countless eye-catching books with captivating covers in that section, I couldn’t shift my gaze off one particular book because it stood out to me. “Of course, it does,” Liya grunted as we both looked at the dirty and half-torn small book. “Anyone would have missed that because it is insignificant, but not you, Haylee.”

oh, holy shit. I stuck my head in the hole I had made with my hands. I was still holding the book so it was awkward. The curtain was heavy and it wanted to close back but I barely noticed. A surprised gasp escaped my lips. I could practically see the whole club from up here. To the left was the wall Daniel attached me to the other night. To the far right, the stage. The middle aisle where we walked and watched those scenes the first night, the dividing walls meant nothing, this far up. I could see everything. No one was down there this early. Well, maybe a cleaning crew. I saw a couple of cleaning carts near the VIP rooms way in the back.