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I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

Retracting it quickly, I asked about where I could find books on animal spirits. “Animal spirits?” he was stunned for a moment, before saying, “Sure. Go straight down that book row over there, then count five shelves on your right.” “Down that row, five shelves on my right, got it!” I repeated with a smile. I turned around and swiftly followed the descriptions. After arriving there, like other rows, there were chairs behind tables one could use in reading. This place was completely void of anyone, save for those books. My eyes swept over the books in the massive shelves, before falling on five words on the side of a certain book.

I'd been reading it a lot lately, desperate to find answers. I flipped through the pages, noticing something odd for the first time. A page was missing. Ripped out, to be exact. I blinked hard, bringing the inside spine of the book closer so I could properly inspect. I hadn't been seeing things. The paper left on the page was uneven, an indication that someone had torn a page out. Why would someone do that? I scanned the surrounding pages, trying to make sense of the missing section. It seemed to be a crucial part of the book, detailing werewolf lore, ancient rituals and witch potions.

But then, right there and then before my eyes, blank pages started appearing, sewing their pages against the spine. "Goodness!" I stood frozen. It was a wonder seeing something spooky as a book stitching its own pages together. What more is there for me to see? "Put your right palm on one blank page, Chosan." Without hesitating a second time, my shaky hand stretched over to the book. The hissing sound got fiercer the closer I came in contact with the black page. As soon as my palm touched it, my head snapped back. My mouth gaped and I could literally see several texts rushing in through my mouth. Then all of a sudden, my body dissolved into a puff of smoke.

Thick spit spilled from the corners of my mouth and ran down my neck as I choked around him. He kept pushing deeper until my nose pressed flush against his stomach. I couldn’t breathe. My hands clutched at his thighs but he held me there, grinding and rolling his hips so his cock stayed buried deep in my throat. The thick length pulsed against the tight walls as he groaned loudly above me. “Ahh…yes…” His voice was rough, almost strained. He kept me locked in place, nose against him, cock rolling deep in my throat while I gagged and struggled for air, spit pouring down my chin.

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.

Just what was up with this thick book? A while later, he began channeling his spirit energy into the Book of Sequence instead. As his powerful spirit energy entered the book, it shone silver as it opened up at once. There were seven pages in total. Each page's function appeared in Wilbur's mind as well. A beat later, he smiled in satisfaction. This was definitely something good. Each page of the Book of Sequence held a spell. Which meant that the book currently held seven spells. All it took was to flip to the page of the spell you wanted to cast. By channeling a bit of spirit energy, the spell would be cast.

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Elias Voss gripped Marcus by the shoulder and Lila by the arm as he marched them out of the library. His steps were long and firm across the dark campus paths toward their family home, No one spoke. The air felt thick with tension. Lila’s heart pounded so hard she thought it might burst. Her thighs were still sticky from Marcus’s cum. The marks on her ass burned with every movement.. Inside the house, Elias pushed them into his lavish home office. Heavy wooden shelves lined the walls with books on literature and hidden volumes on darker desires. A large desk dominated the center. He shut the door with a quiet click that sounded louder than any shout.

She tore the box open. Inside this box were a dozen books. Most looked the same—typical bindings, mostly classics. But one book stood out immediately. It didn’t look anything like the others. It was thick, overstuffed and weathered, with leather binding. It looked as if it had been through a war. And it looked ancient.