Spicy Books Pages Novels & Stories

Luna left the room and Tyler continued to show me how everything works so I could navigate my way around. "There are some dirty entries in there." Tyler snickered, glancing over at the large, old book in front of me. "What!" I looked up at him. "Like what?" "Flip to page 157." I quickly did, dying of curiosity. As soon as the book was laid open, my hands flew to my mouth and I gasped. "Holy Artemis, it's an illustration of two wolves doing it." I burst out laughing. "Why is that in a medical book?" Then I looked up at him. "Oh my Goddess, and you memorized the page number!"

Until she got to the page... Only it wasn’t there. Yeap, it was literally blank. Ariel had gotten to the five hundred and thirty-seventh page, and she had flipped it a tad too fast, eager to get to her desired number, but there was nothing there. And so was the other page number that followed it. “W-what the…” Ariel stuttered, trying to describe what she was feeling. Was it disappointment or anger? She peeped closer into the book, looking for any signs, and on close inspection, she could see that the pages had been carefully ripped off so as not to make it obvious.

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 book looks ancient, in an intriguing way, old leather binds the pages together. “Come look at this.” I call over to Creed. Skimming my fingers along the cover. It’s so beautiful, I start skimming the first few pages seeing simpler spells like, blindness spell, forgetness spell, protection spell, as I keep scanning each page the spells get more and more complicated. “What did you find?” Creed asks when he gets up to me. “My mothers spell book… there are some very complicated spells In this.” I whisper out loud. Creeds pov.

Balancing the book in my left arm, I use my right index finger to trace the page of the title, seeing that it's at Page 284. My lips part slightly at this. So this is how I would have been searching for a long time if I hadn't gone through the index? I shake my head mentally at myself. Then I take in a breath and flip the book's pages to page 284. I'm anxious in a way, but I want to find out if Elayne really poisoned me. ... Or am I just allergic to the rose hip tea for high ranked wolves?

Cora About three hours later I am…over books. As a genre, in their entirety. My hands are dusty, and I’m sick of the smell of musty old pages, and they’re just so boring – Page after page of history regarding shifter worship practices – who genuflected to this god, and how, and where, and for how long, and the minute changes in the practices… I groan, pushing my twentieth book away from me and looking dourly at the stack of about fifty still left in my pile.

I'll sort it out with her "I practically growled. I've given every second of my time over the last two years, I've worked my ass off here, I've created 70% of the dishes that are so highly praised in the reviews, if she thinks she can just walk over me like that, she's sorely mistaken. "Izzy... I didn't answer him, I walked away with two more plates in my hands, putting them in the bowl. But before I could walk away, Stacey returned with a plate in hand. Great, a refund, the night only gets better. "The customer complained that she'd ordered the meat well done, rather than raw," she told me. I took the plate, looking at the perfectly prepared medallion. "It's to the point. "I think she means

Something about those volumes seemed to call out to me as if they held the answers to my burning questions. I carefully examined each book, turning its pages with delicate precision. And then, among the worn bindings, my fingers landed on a familiar cover, the same book that I had burned in my time. My heart skipped a beat as I rapidly flipped to the last three pages. There, in faded ink, lay the information I had been desperately searching for. Without hesitation, I cast the spell to get back to the future. The first cast did not work out. So I cast them again. Again and again and again until I got irritated and exhausted. Nothing worked out.

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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.