Story Books For Adults Novels & Stories

“Can we do stuffs that you like? Only in a more subtle way. Me being a beginner and all.” He caressed her hair. “What if you don't like what I like?” “I'm willing to explore.” Gabriel had to smile up at the ceiling. “You said Fola told you about my kinks.” “Yeah.” “So what exactly did that talkative tell you?” “Nothing much. How did he find out?” Gabriel shrugged. “Who knows? Besides, I don't really hide stuffs.” Her voice was shy and tiny as she asked, “Is it like BDSM? I've always wondered what it was like.”

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"Did you crawl out of a sewer on the way in? This is a Fortune 500 company, not a bus terminal bathroom." "I had car trouble, Mr. Graham. And then a shoe incident. And then a puddle..." "I don't pay you for your tragic life story, Wanda," he cut in, slamming his tablet onto the desk. "I pay you to function. Bare minimum expectations. Coffee that's hot. Bagels that aren't stale. You failed at both. Congratulations." "I'm sorry, I—"

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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.

I must be turning into a seer in my old age. ‘ A what? thought Elliot, feeling out of his depth and enthralled. ‘I’ve got all your books,’ he gasped in a vain attempt to bring some normality to their discourse. ‘I think they’re great! So well written... So real.’ Oh Lord, he was only getting in deeper. She’d think him a toadying fool now, as well as a sexfreak with no control af his willy!

This is the first bookstore I have been to, the books before were for learning, not stories. "Okay, how about telling me some books you have read and if you enjoyed them?" He looks at me waiting. "Yeah, see I haven't read stories. I read books that are to help you learn but never read purely for pleasure." "Okay, I have a few suggestions, follow me." He walks through and I follow, not missing Troy's eyes on me, while he has his phone in his hand. "Here, so, these are small books. Each one has short stories in, between one thousand and ten thousand words each story. Based on a specific genre." I watch as he picks up three and holds them out.

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"I cannot sleep." "Me neither." "Do you by any chance have a storybook?" She said slowly, as though unsure if it was the right thing to ask. "A storybook?" My eyes widened. Which adult werewolf keeps a storybook? I thought to myself. "No," I answered. "Do you read yourself a story whenever you cannot sleep?" "Yes. I do." I felt oddly like a bad person for not having one. "I could go look in the library." I moved to remove the covers.

I didn’t have much to do, or anything at all really, but talking about nothing isn’t really my style, at least not with my mom. Maybe I’ll go grab a bite. I wasn’t hungry, but staying home today wasn’t in my plans either. I’ll just go down to the Tasty Place Diner and hope some inspiration finds me. I grabbed my purse and headed out the door, turning back for my book on the kitchen counter; reading books will forever be my first love.