Novel & Cerita Tequila Worm Book

I grinned. I opened a page of the most boring book on the shelf, Kyro despises the idea of war thus the book 'The Art of War' by Sun Tzu, is misplaced to be in this shelf. He must have left a message or a clue inside that he kept such book in his room. I flipped the pages and found a piece of paper with an intricate sketch of a beautiful Cinchona on page 1052, I also scanned the page and the word grape was encircled then. Huh, how peculiar!

I looked her over, anticipating a great view, but she had her legs demurely crossed. Robin sprinkled some salt on her hand, licked it and took a drink from the bottle. You could see the surprise on her face. "Wow! That's the best tequila I've ever had. I swear it's like a single malt scotch!" "El Tesoro Anejo, it's been sitting on my shelf for the last three years. Not the best but pretty damned good." I informed her.

Mike asked. "Tink find dirty book," the goblin whispered. Picking it up, she opened the pages and turned it around. In stunning detail was an image of a werewolf, his monstrous member dangling between his legs as he jerked his load into the hungry mouth of a pair of women on the ground beneath him.

She waggled her brows at me. "Fucking margaritas," I groaned. "I don't know why I let you talk me into that third round. I have no idea what I said after that much tequila. I probably would've claimed that I had it bad for anyone at that point." "Tequila is like truth serum. Or maybe it's more like an aphrodisiac, where the more you have, the hornier you get." She dropped her head back. "I'll admit that I was all revved up on Friday night, too. After three margaritas and all the talk about how Deacon's eyes burned, or his broad chest, or his long, muscled legs . . . I was so turned on. Lucky I didn't meet any man on my way home."

We’re in the library and I’m sitting in one of two stuffed chairs staring at a wall of books. Gomez hands me a shot glass after filling two. “Tequila, drink it.” I down the glass without a second thought and he downs his. There’s no lime to disguise the taste or help the burn and I can’t stop from doing the funny twist thing with my mouth. He ignores this, takes the glass out of my fingers, and refills both. We drink another shot together.

Roman pretends he’s far above the lowbrow antics but drinks anyway, unable to resist the fun. Zeke challenges Roman to yet another round of whatever they’re drinking. Kael accepts the challenge on behalf of Roman without consulting him. It completely devolves into glorious chaos from there. Eventually, Kael manages to throw an arm around my shoulders—a gesture of pure, drunken affection—and leans in way too close to my ear. “Did you know,” he whispers conspiratorially, his breath smelling heavily of strong liquor, “that wolves, due to an ancient magical imbalance, simply cannot get pregnant on a full moon?”

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!"

He snatched the tequila bottle out of Jamal's hands and gestured for me to come closer to him. I squirmed on my knees towards Troy, moving my body closer and closer to his until I sat snugly between his legs. Troy poured salt on his forearm and held the lemon slice in between his teeth. He beckoned me to lick the salt off of his arm, which I did. He held me by the chin and pulled my face close to the bottle. "Open wide," he commanded. I opened my mouth and pulled my head back as Troy poured the bottle of Tequila into my mouth. He gave me more than just a shot glass worth of the burning hot liquid as it spread down my throat like wildfire, some of it falling out of my mouth and dripping down

The whole process took about two minutes, creating a worm about four inches long with a head that was slightly larger than the rest of the body and a simple pair of black dots for eyes. As soon as my pencil finished the details and left the page, the creature blinked. The page trembled as the little guy peeled itself from the paper, inching its way around before it finally looked up at me. I turned my book up and leaned in with a smile. “There.” I pointed, and the little worm looked over. Kelly sat three seats away, two forward and one left. I sat in the back placing Kelly squarely in the middle of the pack. The worm fell of the desk and began crawling. You wouldn’t usually notice this sort

The city sky had grown dark to a mellow gray, the kind that swathed everything in gentleness—buildings, trees, people. Rain still lingered in the air, shrouding the windows of **Chapter & Soul** in a soft mist. Inside, the world progressed more slowly, more softly. It was perfumed with old books, chamomile tea, and something sweet that Lena had baked and not labeled.