Spicy Books Like From Blood And Ash Novels & Stories

I have no idea. The books were old, some pages are rotten and smell like mushrooms in a wet forest. I smiled when I realized that these books were precious. And they were all about my kind, the Helsings. For hours, all I did was read and get drowned in these pile of books. I have never been flooded with knowledge unlike before. The more I got absorbed into the pages, the more this hatred towards the corrupted vampires grew. It was eye-opening. Written on the page was,

Messy script depicted each memory I ever had with Tyler, all leading up to our encounter in the woods. I tucked the book back on the shelf, and moved onto the next one. I had no idea how long it took me, as time seemed to be still in my mind. Book after book, memory after memory. Leather bound books, hard cover books, short books, withered books. Each were as different and unique as the memories being placed within them. I finished with my memories of Alpha Asher, every last one of them. His book was larger than the others, the cover a startling shade of black, flecks of silver embedded into the cover.

Elle asked Asha, trying to lighten the mood. “No. I already have enough cases to read,” Asha replied dryly before smiling faintly. “But I would love to hear about whatever you are reading.” “Why not? Lately….Most of them are revenge stories, you know the kind where the husband leaves his wife for his childhood lover, then the wife comes back stronger and the husband spends the rest of the story begging for her to return. It’s honestly so satisfying to watch men crawl,” Elle said with a pleased expression.

His smile was small as he rested his chin in the palm of his hand and watched her fingers as they danced absently across the spines of the books he'd brought with him. Ashlyn returned his smile with the ghost of one before she glanced away, opening the cover of one of the books and flicked through several pages. The words danced across the page, speaking tales of chivalry and anguish, war, victory, and hope. Tales that she couldn't wait to dive deeper into that night. She closed the book again and blushed when she realized that he'd been watching her as she read. Thank you again for the books. You really didn't have to do that, Ashlyn smiled, thankful that they'd been saved from the tomato s

"It's one of the best-selling novels this year. The main characters are assassins and mercenaries, which made the book have a lot of blood and gore, and dark humor. The pacing and plot are great as well as the characters. It has a bit of romance, going from enemies to lovers." "Oh." Now, that caught my attention. "Definitely my type of story." I flipped the book to read its description on the back. "That's actually the last of the Agnis Trilogy." She fetched a couple of books from where I pulled the one on my hand and placed both over it. "First is The City of Flame, next is The Kingdom of Blades, and this, of course, is last." She tapped the books one by one. "Ah, thank you for telling, but

Wow. I was drooling. It wasn't just a room with books. It was a sanctuary. Floor-to-ceiling shelves packed with hardcovers, a rolling ladder, a massive fireplace that looked like it hadn't been used in decades. The scent of old paper and leather hit me, comforting and familiar. I ran my finger along the spines. ‘The Art of War’, ‘Sun Tzu’. ‘Histories of the Roman Empire’. Biographies of kings and conquerors. Heavy stuff. Interspersed with them were fiction classics. Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dumas.

The System had been keeping score across three generations and presenting the bill to whoever was currently occupying the Dreadmourne bloodline. He was the last one left to pay it. He set the number aside. Negative Karma was a problem for a version of him that had survived the next three days, and that version didn't exist yet. Third: what he knew. This was the inventory that mattered. He closed his eyes and went through it methodically, the way he had organized notes before examinations in a life that no longer existed. The novel was called The Ashford Chronicles. Seven volumes, the last two released eighteen months apart while the fandom grew increasingly anxious. He had read all seven twi

Christine was armor—cold, hard, never letting me inside. Not that I gave her a reason to. I told myself I could live with the distance. Said marriage was a compromise. Settling. Doing the right thing even if it costs you. Lying here now, I know better. Ashley doesn't keep me out. She lets me close—even when she swears she hates me. Especially then. Her fire cuts through everything and drags up the parts of me I tried to bury once I became president. And I can't decide if that makes her my salvation... or the most dangerous addiction I've ever had.

I stopped at the library door and smiled to myself. ‘Books are better than people. Books don’t hate on you for something you didn’t do.’ I pushed the door open and breathed in the wonderful smell of books. ‘Paradise.’ I strolled to the shelves and scanned through the books, reading their names off their spines. ‘It seems Dante wasn’t joking when he said half of his library was filled horrors.’ A book caught my eye, and I pulled it from the others. “Bone and Souls by B. Brian.” I read the name aloud and skimmed through the description behind it. “This seems interesting.”

She insisted again. "Ugh fine" I sigh, throwing the couch pillow at her. We reached the Library and I stroll through the different sections while Amia searches for her new interesting books.I stop and stare at the new section of romance Book.Frowning, I grab one of the book with hockey player on the cover.I have never seen a romance section in the Library.What's this? "Interesting, is it?" A manly familiar voice almost made me drop the book.Almost, not exact.I turned to my left to see Nikona's tall figure standing next to me.I kept the book back on the aisle and turned quickly to leave.