Smut Book Pages Novels & Stories

Serenity turned the next page of the book again instantly. "Hey, how come some of the pages are torn out? But why, I can't get any other information if the next page isn't there." Serenity muttered and continued to turn the pages of the book, but still could not find the paper shreds of the missing pages. Serenity was annoyed.

moving on to the next page. The husband, i paused at that, did i skip a page? my eyes travel to the previous page yeah, i was just reading on the capo i expected a continuation from there not another topic entirely. when my eyes travel to the bottom of the page it said page 4, on the next page its numbered page 18. what the hell? It seems some pages are missing, when I take a closer look at the middle of the book gasped, more like ripped out. "Some pages are missing" I said out loud.

It must've been sitting here for God knows how long. My eyes roll down the scribbles of letters, words and drown in them quickly. The words looked like they were handwritten with a quill. The cursive was beautiful. I skimmed my finger down the rough paper touching the dried ink that had been written down the table of contents. 1. The Full Moon........... page 1 2. An Alpha..................... page 22 3. A Beta.......................... page 44 4. A Gamma...................... page 69 5. An Omega...................... page 88

A smile that had the Smith women swooning and had Claire rolling her eyes with disinterest. "I read when I get time" Only thing I read was fire manuals and a daily magazine on how to grill your meat right. Nothing more. "Really? Well I guess we have our man. How about you start us off Mr Cutler?" Claire challenged. I looked at the book's cover. Shameless they called it. More like trying to write porn on pages if anyone asked me. I had frisked the pages. Roughly and every page had a sex scene about the female lead getting stretched and filled with—

Having left with nothing to say over this statement , Carol just nodded her head in agreement . The empress just wanted to read the book from beginning . But as she was just about to do it , she remembered the words of the man who was frequently visiting her dreams these days that she had to only read the contents of page No. 715 and the summon the P2 Guide Werewolf. Thus suppressing her curiosity , she just flipped the pages which were all blank and were dusky white in color giving off the appearance like the book was more than 20 centuries old. She didn't know up to where she had to scroll because there were not even the numbers over the pages. But as she was scrolling, abruptly there was

But I сhаngе mу mind whеn I ѕее the pages of thе first half of thе notebook are fіllеd wіth flоwеrу, cursive ѕсrірt. [Next POV: 'Blake' in Chapter 73]

No penetration, but I would be okay with kissing someone and maybe some foreplay. By the time dinner rolled around, Tara and I were clutching our sides from laughing so hard. I found out that Tara Loved Smut Books. She told me the Smuttier the better. She even let me look at some of the books she brought with her, and she told me I could borrow to read any one of them that I want. I picked out one called ‘For Whom The Belle Tolls’ by Jaysea Lynn and Tara said I would love that one, and it’s one of her newest favorites.

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Satisfied, I was about to close it when something caught my attention. The page numbers. I frowned. Page forty-three... Followed by... Forty-six. I turned back. Then forward again. Forty-three. Forty-six. The pages hadn't fallen out. They had been cut out. Cleanly. Almost professionally. I ran my fingertips lightly along the inner binding. There was no mistaking it. Several sheets had once been there. Now... They weren't. I sat back slowly. Perhaps... It had simply been damaged. Books this old were bound to lose pages eventually.

Her fingers, previously just cleaning dust, now trembled with a different kind of anticipation. She turned the page with a deliberate, almost reverent motion. The next entry was dated two weeks later, and the handwriting was slightly more hurried, the lines of the page crowded, as if the writer had been desperate to capture the feeling before it faded.