Spicy Fae Books Novels & Stories

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

Raff starts. “I know. I should have told you last night or maybe this morning, but Rafferty Maellan Verdante Addams, you have no right to go through my things and read my spell book!” Willow shouts. Raff looks shocked at the accusation and a bit scared. “Woah there princess! No one went through your things or read your spell book. Just hear Raff out, then you can explain what your spell book has to do with you being more fae than we thought,” Aiden says, stepping to block Raff from her wrath if she unleashes it.

Kaitlyn kept eying me in disgust and placed her hand in Cayden's while Michael was making a speech about his dad. ***** Addison I have been keeping tabs on Sheila and we have concluded that she is working for the dark witch or Esmerelda. We didn't want to scare her off by asking questions but we needed her to think that we were not aware of her plan to get my spell book. The truth is, no one can get to it, it is located in Aidan's Volt and only the Supremes can get in there, the book can only be opened by my descendants. Still, they won't get what they are looking for because there was a fail-safe, if anyone opens the book besides me or my descendants, the spells will erase. I watched her on

Elara The paper glides between my fingers, thick as velvet, imbued with a scent that goes to my head—a blend of black rose and something darker, almost animal. The golden letters gleam under the flickering light of my candle, as if hypnotizing me. The Academy awaits you. Dare to cross the threshold. No signature. No seal. Just these words, traced in ink so black it seems to absorb the light around it.

Story 5: Fuck, I'm on Cloud 9 Lydia’s legs felt weak as she crept downstairs, still flushed and unsatisfied. Her pussy throbbed with every step, Julian’s cum slowly leaking down her inner thigh. She told herself she was just getting water. That was all. But the moment she reached the kitchen, her eyes locked on Mila. Mila stood at the counter in a loose tank top and shorts, slowly licking a spoon of ice cream. The creamy dessert melted on her tongue as she dragged it deliberately across her full lips, eyes lifting to meet Lydia’s with dark amusement.

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me. "It's alright, we don't care either way if you read it," he says, vacuous, without gazing upward from his undertaking. He is by all accounts inspecting the spines of each book, searching for a specific title that has a place with the book he wants. I move over to his side, noticing now the genuine likenesses between Felix and Liam; their almost indistinguishable looks aside from the scar and the hair. This time he hasn't behaved like a downer, which is an or more, and furthermore a side of him that is enjoyably new to me. He grins as he separates the book we want, a dusty one that isn't thick in any way. The side peruses Summer Kitchen: 100 T

Her books scatter across the floor, the sound echoing like a gunshot. I freeze. Rhea drops to her knees, silently collecting her things, her head bowed. No one helps. The hallway is suddenly too quiet. Just the sound of pages flapping and cruel laughter. "Still pretending you belong here?" Fang-Girl sneers. "You don’t. Whatever charm spell you’re using won’t work on us." Is Rhea the only fae in the school? Damn. "I’m not using anything," Rhea says quietly. Another girl snatches one of her books and rips a page from it. "Oops."

"No that's not what I meant and you know it. You wouldn't fall in love with him for his money, but you are so into your career. How will he feel about that?" "I'll still be able to write, but I think the writing I do will change. I thought I might give fiction a shot. Urban fantasy is very big right now. I thought I'd give vampires and werewolves a try." Amy thought Brian would choke on his food. "You've got to be kidding me; you would write that junk?" "That 'junk' as you call it sells really well and also, I read that junk. I'm not sure exactly what I'll write and plan to take a while to decide. I'll never stop writing, so I need to find a subject that holds my interest."