Sinister Book Novels & Stories

WARNING: 18+ ONLY!! Dearest Reader, The pleasurable act of sinning never felt so good. LMW presents to you a collection of all the sins you never had the courage to commit…. This book is an exotic collection of 30 different erotic stories, passionate romance, ecstasy, and a salacious manifestation of your darkest desires. There is a charm about the forbidden that makes it unspeakably desirable, get ready to wet yourselves, dream, desire for more like I did and have fun!

but he was already dragging me towards the bed, "--hey, hey!" This psycho! I crashed on the soft bed, pulling my dress down as my head started to calculate. So Derek Sinclair was a mad man, a rapist? Fuck. Just what kind of dangerous mistake have I walked into? Meanwhile, he opened the drawer opposite the bed and brought out a book. "Read to me, out loud." He threw the book down, watching me. For a brief moment, nothing was making sense to me. The book's cover contained different dishes from Italian cuisines to Asian delicacies, and images of different snacks on it. It was a...a cookbook.

The Ethics of Soul Fragmentation. Her stomach turned. This wasn't a library; it was a butcher’s manual. "Tristan," she whispered. "Found something?" "No. But... this leather." She touched a book bound in a shimmering, iridescent blue material. "This is Siren skin." Tristan grimaced from across the aisle. "Don't touch it. Some of them are cursed to bite." He stopped. He reached up to a high shelf, pulling down a massive tome bound in black iron. It was heavy, hitting the table with a dull thud.

“You surely will.’ He whispers as the familiar hue of lights awaits them both in the middle of the path they are taking. Knowing what it is as they are aware of what draws it in front of them. Daniela raise her hand as the lights came down and surrounds her. One by one and with a click of her hand, it turns into the books that make the entirety of these dark and dreadful charades. With that, she names the books one by one that open and presented their heart, but only the clear four can be heard at that moment as it rings. “Blood Resonance. The Call of Death. Death Reincarnate. Shinzo Dimension.” As the book opens along with its prominent hue that also represents the prominent sins that are t

I let them guide me, a current beneath thought. A narrow alcove waits at the back, hidden behind a leaning pillar. The air here tastes more still, more dangerous. One book sits alone on a blackwood lectern. No title on the cover. Only a sigil burned deep into the leather—a spiral of thorns encircling a single eye. The moment my palm touches it, the wards flare, tasting my bloodline. Fae. Trickster. The sigil loosens with a hiss, and the book falls open of its own will.

Hell, I sinned against my husband! I sinned against the man who put me on a pedestal. The man who did nothing but loved and took care of me like I was the most fragile thing on earth. I could never believe that there would come a day that I would destroy our sacred bond. We were still in our early months of marriage. Yet there I was, hooking up with a married person. The very thought of this made me feel I was swimming in a pool of dark and slick filth. And I couldn’t dare to look at myself in the mirror. I quickened my pace until I was already running. My light footsteps echoed against the eerie silence of the hall. But before I could open the door that separated Door 13 from the rest of t

“Still, she needs to read more to enhance her knowledge. I am sure your sister would be happy if you bought something nice for her. Especially when it is knowledgeable.” I don’t know. I can’t agree nor disagree with that one but I think her happiness would be albums and photocards of the band. Looking at the photo cards of Peter, Lester, Johnny and William. Or maybe, some autographs of her idols. I am so sure that that would make her happier. “Thank you, Lena.” “No worries. Now, let’s get into it?” We walked around the big book store to look something for her daughter and for my sister as well. We are here for almost an hour now but we are still looking for other books. After Lena paid for i

Now the basement door was being torn open. Light flooded in, and I squeezed my eyes shut, praying to any god who might listen that they'd miss me, that they'd think the room was empty. Heavy footsteps descended the stone stairs. Two sets. Maybe three. Their scent hit me—warrior males, drenched in blood and victory, their musk thick and predatory. My Omega instincts screamed at me to submit, to curl up and bare my throat. I bit my tongue until I tasted copper. "There," a rough voice said. "In the corner."

His other hand was in the pocket of his coat. "Okay, let's go then," I mumbled to myself and put the bowl in the lock. The fret jumbled as it turned into it. Click. With a quick step to the side, out of the line of fire, I yanked the door open. Nothing happened. I waited, but no proles jumped out to pounce on us. The empty frame was like a dark throat into another dimension. Not even a breeze dared to move in these seconds. Boiler rooms had always seemed suspicious to me and having a monster lurking down there didn't make it any better at that moment.

"They have, ever since she was born." Cassandra set the little serpent among the piles of gold coins. The creature sagged in defeat and exhaustion after lying before that terrible fire. "There it is," Vasilisa's voice came from behind a mountain of walnut-sized raw rubies. It wasn't hard to find the book. It was placed on a golden stand in between two golden Sirin statues. The grimoire turned out to be the largest book Cassandra had ever seen, with pages made of parchment illuminated with tracery, and it was open to a page thickly covered with elegant, intricate writing.