Smutty Book Pages Novels & Stories

Bastien says. "The record of the second child, the one who died at four, has pages missing," Ivy says. "Not lost pages. Removed pages. The binding shows where they were cut." She holds the book toward us so we can see the ragged inner edge where the pages once sat. Someone took them out deliberately. "When," I say.

I turned over to the next page or I tried to. As if it had become stuck, the page did not even move. Furthermore, the rest of the pages couldn't be accessed either; they were like they had been glued together. I decided not to force it out of fear that the pages would tear. The suspicion was that Wise had glued all the pages, but it was not possible since even if he did not want me to take the book, he would never do such a thing. Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page?

she stuck out her pinky. “RIde or die.” I said hooking my pinky with hers as we had done since we were kids. Albert came flying back in the room with a large, old book in his hands. The book was big and thick, the leather on the outside was cracked and the pages had yellowed. He laid it on the coffee table with a thud. He opened the book and I could hear the spine of it cracking as he laid it flat. He flipped through the pages carefully, the musty smell of old books wafted into my nostrils. The pages looked to be made of some sort of old papyrus paper that had turned yellow and become brittle over the years. It was then that I noticed Albert was wearing gloves while handling the book. I won

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saying this he settled over the floor which wasn't cleaned since 40-50 years and was way too dusty and muddy than the outer part of the house. The king wasn't paying attention to all the Chaos this time, because he was here for his dear son and not for the luxuries and rankings. Thus, without thinking anything more, he settled besides Amyl and started to absorb the things going on. Amyl who was dazed about the fact that he didn't use the book since ages and was now going to use it again and was worried as to what might be the contents and what would happen if everything wouldn't go well. Still recalling his duties and shrugging off the thoughts , he opened the book using his left hand and tu

The book had an entire thirty-page chapter on soul resurrection but not soul fetching. Slightly annoyed, Levy started to look through the books again and this time much more carefully as she stared at each page until she was sure that she wasn’t missing anything finally she found what exactly was wrong at the end of the third book. “ Someone tore pages from this book,” murmured Levy as she ran her fingers through the rough yet very clean edge of the torn page. Whoever tore the pages of the book, did it very carefully… in fact, they did it so cleanly that Levy would’ve never found what was wrong with the book unless she carefully skimmed through each page.

She wipes her lips dry and sauntered back to her seat to close the textbooks and retire for the day. As she was approaching the table, a gentle breeze rolled through the window and flipped the pages of the textbooks over. Her hand shot to shield her face from dirt that might accompany the breeze. And then she walked to the window and shut them down. She was about to close the textbooks when her eyes caught a strange herb on the opened page. Ruby wanted to ignore it at first but then she saw that it looked familiar yet strange at the same time. Ruby settled back into her seat and picked the textbook up to examine it closely.

Chapter 47 Esmeralda Russia was beautiful. I was yet to learn the language and I would. "Can we go the other side please, handsome please?" I begged Brian and he glared at me. "Just this side and we're fucking done here, si?" I nodded, and we walked to the other rack. It was a book rack. I grabbed a book and my eyes widened seeing what it was for. A smut book. "Didn't know you loved to read these." Brian said, a smile on his lips.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.