Sinister Book Novels & Stories

Jonas, his grip tightening on his fragment, focused his energy, forming a shield of light that protected them from the insidious whispers. The chamber door, adorned with grotesque symbols depicting scenes of violence and corruption, creaked open with a sickening groan. Inside, bathed in an eerie green glow emanating from a pedestal at the center, lay a single book – a tome bound in black leather, its surface etched with symbols that pulsed with malevolent energy. This was it. This was the source of the darkness. The corrupted celestial fragment, the very foundation of the Obsidian Watch's dark magic, rested within the book. Its tendrils of darkness stretched outwards, corrupting the surround

Reuel whispered, his hot breath hitting her face and neck before he returned to his seat. "It's nice meeting you, Elise," Azael added once his brother had taken his seat and Elise felt her chest tighten. There was something dark and deep in his tone, an evil promise that she couldn't comprehend. It felt as if she had entered a dangerous place with no way of escape and what creeped her out was her intuitions were never wrong.

I had the urge to touch it, so I reached forward for it. "I wouldn't touch that if I were you," I jerked at the gruff voice and turned around. It was an old woman with grey asymmetric Bob hair and beautiful brown skin. She held a walking stick with a snake's head and red eyes. She wasn't green, blue, or decapitated like the others, she looked like a real woman. "That book might be titled 'NAMES', but it is not a good book. Those five letters stand for something, terrible things. Open that book and you won't love what you will see,"

CONTENT: Bdsm, rough sex, submissive, sex toys. CHAPTER 1 Sarah pulled up in front of the warehouse building but didn’t shut the engine off. The building was one of three in a nondescript industrial complex in central Pinellas County. Ten bays to a building, with some businesses taking up more than one bay. Nothing remarkable about it, except that it was nine o’clock on a Friday night, and there were at least thirty cars clustered around one particular bay while the rest of the complex lay desolate and dark. A sign over the door simply read Axis.

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.

he growled against my neck. “I….I love…crazy.” I stammered. “Good.” He backed away from me, and in the dim light walked to a cabinet in the corner, pulling out a cuff and a blindfold. My breath caught as the metal of the cuff glinted faintly. I had watched videos of girls being tied up, blindfolded, and fucked, but I had never actually done anything like it. Lee had always preferred his sex safe and calm. Not dark and dangerous.

Freya almost didn’t go back. She spent the week telling herself it had been a one-time mistake. A strange, filthy night she could put behind her. But every time she sat at her desk and glanced toward Callum’s office, her body remembered. The way he’d held her open. The slow, thorough way he’d licked her. How full she’d felt when he finally pushed inside. By Thursday the second black card was already in her bag again. She took a different cab this time. The same woman checked her in, handed her a new blindfold, and pointed down the hall.

He asked worriedly and I opened my eyes to see him standing in front of me, his eyes searching mine for answers. “Ah, I’m good, you don’t have to worry.” I say, looking at his hand and smiled “You like reading too? That’s my favorite book.” I say, pointing at the book 'We should all be feminists’ “Ah really, it’s one of my best read. Chimamanda Adiche. I read some of her other works and loved it.” He says, smiling fondly at the book and fuck. Butterflies again. “I didn’t know you like reading, you don’t strike me as the type. How come I didn’t know?” I asked, smiling softly at him even though he couldn’t see me.

His thumb teased the sensitive head of my cock, smearing precum everywhere. “Such a dirty little secret,” he breathed, biting down on my shoulder to muffle his own groan. “Hiding under the bed after being stretched open while your sister was right here… and now you’re fucking yourself on me again like a desperate slut.” The risk of fucking my sister's boyfriend while she was I the next room, the wrongness of it and the way his cock stretched and filled me so perfectly, Christ! I didn't want it to end. But not long after I was already cumming, spilling over his fist and across his abs with a muffled cry.

Otherwise I would be on the street by the end of the week. At this moment, I was currently facing a man who looked like he had stepped out of a dark fantasy book... tall with sharp features, midnight-black hair, and eyes the color of storm clouds. Raphael Sinclair. A man as beautiful as a blade : elegant, cold, lethal. “You’re late on your bills, Miss Evergreen,” he said without preamble. His voice was one that sent shivers down my spine He tapped a thick folder on his desk..my file, I realized with horror. He’d had me investigated.