Novel & Cerita Smutty Book Pages

“I can smell you, Helen. We have to get to the ceremonial dinner soon. I don’t have time to chase you and—” The book rattled in a dim, blue shade of light before the book busted alive between my mate and I. his eyes widened in horror. He ran to my side, pulling me to my feet and away from the table. The mysterious, glowing book threw itself wide open and the pages flittered through the air, turning themselves over one by one in a fluttering motion. I gasped, clinging to Justin’s warm, muscular chest and we both watched on in horror. “What have you done, mate?...” Justin whispered, the book abruptly stopping on a page in the middle. It laid wide open, displaying a bright, cyan hue through the

Historical sightings are rare. Direct contact is considered catastrophic. Damien's pulse quickened. He turned the page. Nothing. Another page. Nothing. Then another. A torn section. He searched the book's index. The reference had been deliberately removed. That made Damien more interested. He spent another hour searching for the same title. Nothing. Then he noticed something strange. The book wasn't as old as it looked. The binding had been replaced. Someone had repaired it recently. Damien closed the book. His eyes narrowed.

I felt it again and I started to dig with my bare fingers. I didn’t dig too far before I pulled out a book with a cover as hard as wood. Dirt from the soil was all over it so I brushed it away. A couple of scents caught my nose but the smell of blood was thick in the air. Was it from the book? I studied the book closely, confused. Flipped through its pages and it was filled with written words on each page. Written, not printed. Like a journal. And on the final page was what seemed like a detailed map to some place but I didn’t even understand anything. I didn’t even know what I was looking at.

Turn back. Then the understanding. The fortnight was not there. Not scribbled over. Not inked out. Not torn, either, in the way a hurried person tears, leaving a ragged shoulder of paper standing proud of the spine. Cut. Somebody had taken a blade to that book and removed the pages one at a time, close in against the binding, and had done it well enough that the book still closed flat. You had to open it wide and hold it toward the window to see the stubs at all.

Lord Yong opened the book and started looking for the antidote to break the curse. He continued to turn page after page with a menacing taste of what's to come. The front page of the book was dark and coarse, the pages had turned yellowish. Spells and amendments were written on each page of the book. The pages of the book are said to be made of vellum of animals.

One, matches the color of the moon. I carefully open it and immediately note how frail the pages are, it's clearly old. A burst of impatience seems to rip through me and I bring up the bulk of the book’s pages and flick to the end. I stop with about a quarter of the book left, since it isn’t completely filled out. There’s a list of names, going back hundreds of years.

“...under the cold sun, there comes a fair lady falling from the sky. The maiden lay there basking under the heated sun, upon her arrival, the trees made way. A huge gust of wind came waving in arc, cutting everything it touches. The tree…” The words after that were faded by the multiple words it got mashed up in before this page. It probably got wet and the ink went through some of the pages. I flipped through the pages of the book gently, and all of the words were mashed up together with the words before the page just like the old yellowish paper I’m holding. I opened the other books, not minding the dust that flew in each book I opened. They had the same condition – faded, ink mashed up t

She swallowed it all greedily, her tongue milking me dry, not releasing me until I was a trembling, boneless mess slumped against the wall. She popped off with a wet smack, her tongue darting out to lick the last drop from her swollen lips while locking eyes with me, her gaze pure fire. "Better, baby?" "That was... fuck, I can't even think," I panted, my brain fried, but she just smirked, that predatory gleam making my spent cock twitch.

Probably because the shelf was old and creaky; any part of it could be affected if I touch any other. As I raised my hand to put back the book in its shelf, I noticed the book seemed different from the others. It was blue, and had blue stones on it. “hmmm.” I opened the book, and what I read, caught my interest. *MYSTERY WORDS CAN’T BE SEEN, BUT CAN BE BROUGHT TO THE PAGES, BY FIRE.* It was weird, but I turned to the next page, and it was blank. I turned to another, and it was also blank, until I flipped the pages until the end, and realized everything was blank.

“Well, literally, the woman led astray. It’s based on Alexander Dumas’s book, La Dame aux Camelias.” I opened the strange book Roxy gave me. It was torn from several places, most of its pages were unrecognizable, it was all tattered and torn but some of its pages were still intact. From the first look of it I can tell it was more than hundred years old. Roxy handled it with care as I can clearly saw how she had tried to bind it. I flipped through the pages. I can’t understand anything as expected. After I turned to the twenty page, I saw a white page stapled with the main page of the book. my first guess was that it was Roxy’s writing.