Smutty Book Pages Novels & Stories

Smaller ones, thin like an old bible, yellowed with page break apart. Once there pages were successfully separated, I carefully put the knife down, not wanting to slice any pages or myself. The pages smelt like mould and looked ancient, they looked like they would be grimy to the touch but they felt like silk. The amount of small little pages were like a book of their own, how could this be hidden away for so long and no one notice it?

Keeping the previous book on the shelf I glanced for another book. "What is it amore, didn't like your book?" Alesso asked with a smug look making me narrow my eyes at him. "No, it was fine but I am in no mood to read that type of book right now." I looked back at the shelf and he hummed in response. While glancing I looked that all books were filled with only smut. I was confused, who only has smut books on their shelf. Looking back at Alesso I see him trying to keep a straight face.

I already read most of them and I wanted to read something new. Moving and raking My sight fell on the maroon coloured book which was heavy in pages. I took it out and I read the title that says 'KAMASUTRA' Its title made my eyebrows knitted in the curiosity of the content. Sitting on the floor, I let my dupatta aside as I was alone. I looked at the front of me and see a lot of rabbits that were jumping inside the chamber. I smiled looking at them, the voice of birds chirping and parrots talking to each other made me forget everything.

The sides of the pages of the diary crumble in my hands and are reduced to ashes. The sun has come out and I start to sweat. I look at the diary. It has nothing written on the cover, except the year—2010—which is faded. There is no auto in sight. I sit on the pavement and flip through the contents. It is nearly full. The handwriting is not the best, but it is neat and deliberate. The first few pages are damaged beyond recognition. The top-right corners of the pages keep crumbling into charcoal.

two What I expected next was a rebuttal — a war of words — where I could easily talk her into forgetting that nonsense, instead Samiya got up and walked to the front of the bed, where she bent and stood back up again with a green book in her hands. My hands grew clammy, and I was starting to feel Ralph’s unwelcome presence. He was the last thing I needed, right now and so, I began to take in shallow breaths, hoping that that would give some form of control back. Samiya came back to the space beside me and took a seat. In one swift movement, she opened the book to its first page, where she pointed to the ancient letters printed on the old, decaying paper.

Some pages were stuck together. Sometime, one had to rub the corner of two pages to turn the page. And Aspen always bit his nails while reading. Aurora tightened her grip till the paper crumbled in her hand and turned to Damien. “I know who caused Aspen’s allergy and how.” She said in a freezing voice. She presented the book and pointed at the corner of those pages. “Lady Blanc glued pages with peanut butter together. So Aspen had to rub the pages to separate them while reading. And he always bit his nails while reading. It was how peanut got into his mouth!”

The page he had opened was burnt off. “This is the second book with Odette that has a page missing just when it's about to become about her!” he declared, the tone of his voice increasing in irritation. My heart dropped to my stomach once more as I quickly flipped through the pages of the book in my hands. But just as Cassian had observed, the pages of the book with me were also burnt off at the page that was supposed to be about Odette… “No… No…” I mumbled as I quickly started flipping through the rest of the books.

Mart quietly opened the book, then looked at it well and said, "This book seems to have a number of pages torn from it." sera asks: How did you know this? Mart wrapped the book to her and told her, "Look here, you'll find a trace of some torn pages." After he saw it, he rolled it up to him again and then said: Let's start reading it then. Mart started reading it out loud and then read the first page that came in front of him. It was the first page after the torn pages.

I muttered. I turned the page again and saw a picture of something I recognized. It was a demon and it looked almost exactly like the ones we saw before, drawn in thick, black lines. Around it was a large circle, but the lines in the circle were too faint and dirty to fully make out what it was. “This isn’t working,” I groaned, sitting back on my knees as I stared to feel an ache in my head, it as if the book itself didn’t want me to read it. “These stupid books are useless.”

William shrugs, looking so completely unrepentant (for a second, Proserpina was almost tempted to hit him with the book) as he turns to his phone, scrolling through it rather aimlessly, “…get back to it then. Don’t mind me.” She frowned, glaring at the book, “I can’t.” “What? What did I do now–?” “Not you, moron,” she snaps, “The pages were torn!” And it’s true. The next pages looked like they had been torn off or… no, Proserpina quickly amended, fingers ghosting over at the singed pages, at the words that just makes no absolutely sense whatsoever because it wasn’t torn. Some bloody bugger had burned the next page she was supposed to be reading right now–!