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Don't just skip this book again; add to library. Enjoy! Your loving author; Natasha Gwen

“Read! Read now, Daddy!” Before I could answer, Elena walked in, her presence filling the room like a quiet shadow. She carried one of Arya’s favorite books , a worn fairy tale collection with creased pages and a cover nearly falling apart from overuse. Elena didn’t look at me as she handed Arya the book. “Which story tonight?” “The dragon one!” Arya declared proudly. “The one where the princess saves the knight.” I chuckled. “Of course. The dragon one.”

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

“Quiet doesn’t mean unbothered. Just good at hiding it.” We fell into silence. The only sound was distant thunder rumbling above ground. I wondered how long we’d be down here. Minutes stretched. My mind wandered to how close he was. How alone we were. “Tell me something,” I said finally. “Why’d you become a librarian? You don’t seem like the type who likes being stuck behind a desk all day.” Mr. Kane exhaled softly. “Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.”

“Lower yourself slowly, baby. Let me watch that tight pussy stretch around your stepbrother’s big dick.” I gripped the base of his cock with one hand—it was so thick my fingers barely met—and lined him up with my soaked entrance. The head nudged my puffy lips open. I sank down inch by inch, gasping loudly as he stretched me open. “Oh my god… he’s so fucking big,” I moaned. The burn was intense and perfect, my walls fluttering and gripping every ridge and vein as I took him deeper than I thought possible. When my ass finally rested against his hips, I felt impossibly full, his cock buried to the hilt inside me.

THE NEXT STORY Sofia Friday. Finally, the week was finally over. It felt like it dragged on forever, leaving me craving a little indulgence. As I stepped into the library, book in hand, I inhaled the comforting scent of old pages mixed with a hint of citrus from the cleaning supplies. A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race.

Her voice took on a whiny tone as she replied, "I... I was trying to plan a surprise for you, getting them to brainstorm..." She did not get to finish because Yoel let out a mocking laugh. "Sheila, your boyfriend can't handle a joke. You try to plan a surprise for him, and he ends up scaring you instead." I rose to my feet, my gaze shifting to him. "Oh, really? I've got a surprise of my own." My eyes swept the room, finally settling on the coffee table and the vase Sheila adored. It was a piece of crystal glass, supposedly crafted by some renowned artist from Itania, Sheila's absolute favorite.

“In the meantime, you can read that book and forget that you’re thirsty!” Michelle burst into a laugh. She did not know why her little one was acting strangely but she followed all her commands, anyway. The storybook was new. It was Megan’s gift for her on her birthday and Michelle hadn’t read it yet. Well, that’s perks of being a mother of a kid. She got to read storybooks and was often amazed at how children’s books’ writers were able to come up with such ideas and plot. The storybook was only fifty pages and she was able to finish it right away. Marsha was next to her and guarding her. She looked at her daughter suspiciously and asked, “Is something happening downstairs that you do not wa

I whispered with a loving smile, “Which story would you like tonight?” Mike’s face lit up with excitement, his tiny hands reaching for his favorite book. “The one about the brave little wolf, Mumma!” I chuckled as I opened the book, a captivating story about a young wolf’s rand adventure. Mike listened with rapt attention, his eager eyes fixed on the pages as I spun the tale of bravery and exploration. By the time I reached the part where the little wolf found solace under the silvery glow of the moon, my son was already fast asleep.

His eyes were already beginning to droop. I reached for the book resting on the small table beside his bed. “What story tonight?” I asked. Daniel shifted slightly beneath the blanket. “The brave wolf one.” I opened the book and sat down in the chair beside the bed. The story was simple. A young wolf cub who wandered too far from his pack and had to find the courage to return home. It was the kind of story meant to teach strength and belonging. As I read, Daniel listened quietly. At first his eyes followed the pages.