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Tye sat on the edge of the bed and handed the book over to me, the cool leather touched my hand and I could tell that this book was old. I ran my fingers across the envelope, if I take a closer look I can tell this was handled a few times. "Are you okay? You seem nervous." Tye said, looking at me. "This envelope looks like it has been passed around a few times." I replied pulling it off of the book. I turned it over and unsealed the back of it before pulling the letter out. I grabbed a few grapes and popped them in my mouth and as I opened the letter I took a deep breath, "I'm going to read it out loud so that you can hear it too." I whispered, Tye didn't say anything or at least that I hear

So friends be lenient towards yourself as you should acknowledge yourself just the way you are with all your virtues and vices. In this book I have endeavoured to bring out your original natural self.In this fake world of pretence with masked faces all around you can either fret around at other's follies and failings or be yourself and let other's be what they are.Welcome to a world where you can express yourself and find solace by acknowledging your true supressed feelings which may lead to depression if subdued for a long time.Yes ,you may term me BOLD but that would be great for atleast I am original.I bet after reading this novel the young will become mature and the old will become young

He found it hard to explain it to her or to anyone out loud, so he simply handed the book to her. "What is it?" She glanced uncertainly at the notebook in his hand. "My mother's diary." She was puzzled, but she took the notebook anyway. Somehow she understood that it was too difficult for him to tell the tale in his own words. Once she opened the first page, a neat, feminine script greeted her, and she was drawn in from the first sentence. Soon she was absorbed in the innermost thoughts of the former duchess, growing more and more curious about the little secret she'd mentioned repeatedly in the first few pages, until she encountered a passage that contained a graphic, explicit description o

The next morning they were both pleasantly exhausted, but not too exhausted to enjoy each other again before getting up to go to Mr. Simcoe's home. They were due there by noon. They made it to Mr. Simcoe's just before their appointment, they would have been late if Angie hadn't put a stop to Roderick's roaming hands. When they knocked the butler announced them to Mr Simcoe in his study. "Good afternoon, I hope you are enjoying married life?" Angie blushed, a very becoming pink, before she could catch herself. "Come have a seat, I'm sure you're both curious about why I summoned you." Once they were seated and they both had their drinks Mr Simcoe continued, "Lady Angelica, when your father was

So wildly that he just wanted to fuck her unstoppably and roughly for the whole damn night. But unfortunately, she was not even eighteen and he has given her his words that he would not fuck her until she turned eighteen. He tilted her head up and made her look into his eyes. His innocent doe-like eyes reflected fear and anticipation. She was anxious about what was going to surprise her the very next moment. Fuck! He could read her easily. She was like an open book that could be read by anyone. Those Hazel eyes with orange flecks held innocence in a firm grip as if not ready to let it go. Innocence was her accessory, her gem, a magnetizing trait of hers that pulled even the devil towards her

Once again, Innis missed a discovery. The old pages resisted being turned, warping under her touch, and the paper had an icky smell, which made sense, considering how much time had passed since the book had last been opened. Innis stumbled upon it by a complete accident, really. She had simply climbed up to check the upper bookshelf in the library and the book twitched right under fingers, making Innis freeze in place, barely holding onto the old ladder with her feet.

I asked her. “I didn’t like… research, but here is something about him…” “Him? Vincent?” “Yeah…” I looked at her. “What’s it?” She took out some file from her suitcase. “This” I took the file. “okay” I opened it and my heartbeat raced as I read the headings. “What?” I looked at her. “This…” “Yeah…” “This is impossible'' I was confident. I gave the file back to her. “Might be some mistake”

He follows it up with silk hand gloves which he drops on my palms. Quietly, I follow his orders, taking care not to rip the hand gloves with my hastiness. "You can open it now." He pronounces. "You can't get much cleaner than that." With shaky hands, I skim the hand cover of the book, running my fingers through it and feeling the hard leather beneath my tips. Flipping it open, I stare in shock at the words written there. Pride and prejudice. Written by Jane Austen. Edited by William Gifford.

Warning: 18+ only. This book contains age gap erotica and hardcore steamy taboo. If you're not up to 18 or sensitive to contents like this, I advise not to read further. But if you're not,then get ready for a naughty, intriguing and fun read. __________________________________ She slowly leans forward,her weight supported with a hand on the table.Her eyes looking into mine, not flickering, just slowly battering up, and then down. Was she trying to read my thoughts? Was it a dare?

Starting from what we are and down to the moment why we ended up here. After that, I didn’t try to take a look at it again, my interest faded when I learned the truth, but not until this morning. After I found it last night inside the same old chest years ago, I decided to open it this morning thinking that Mother would wake up anytime last night while I was scanning her book. “Book of Magic: Your Answers to Everything. 1876.” I uttered as I read the cover. It was fragile and filled with dust and dirt. I did a quick scan and found that some of the pages were crumpled and torn.