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the duke of Adelstein commanded once they were outside, but as he turned to leave, Elen grasped the hem of his coat, halting his movement. "Can we go to the nearest library?" Elen spoke softly, her voice betraying her hesitation. The grand duke regarded her with a quizzical expression. "Why?" he inquired, his gaze fixed upon her. "I want to read books about fairies," Elen replied, her eyes pleading for understanding. "All the books about fairies are forbidden," the duke of Adelstein informed her flatly, his tone matter-of-fact. The news struck Elen like a heavy blow. How could she learn about the life of a fairy if the knowledge was forbidden? Her desperation to understand her true nature in

I giggle as I move into his arms and wrap mine around him. He presses his lips to my temple. “Which one?” “Hmmm.” I look around and spot a cute little yellow dragon and point at it. “That one!” Theo laughs as the attendant hands it to me. “It looks like that dragon from that book you love.” I pull away, giving him a curious look because while I know why I picked it, I’m surprised he does. “How did you know?” “I listen.” He shrugs as he hands the kid an extra five dollars with a nod and guides me toward the next game.

“But be careful what you seek. Some knowledge carries a weight that’s hard to put down.” I nodded silently, then turned my attention to the books. I ran my fingers along the spines, each one labeled with symbols instead of titles. One in particular caught my attention, it had a crimson ribbon binding it shut, with a faint marking on the cover: a crescent moon surrounded by flames. Without knowing why, I reached for it. The moment my fingers touched the leather, a shiver ran down my spine. Something told me this book wasn’t just old, it was forbidden.

my mind sneered. I shrugged, “If I am going to kill the man, I need to make sure that I cripple all his powers. And money is the biggest,” It was funny how I enjoyed talking to myself. Now that sounded sick. I almost jumped in excitement the minute I saw a journal. My fingers were trembling as I picked it up, eyes closed waiting to hear the sound of alarms going off. Nothing? How conceited is this man to think he can't be robbed? I opened a page, my breath felt trapped as I stared at our family crest embedded on the letterhead, “What…” I paused, I have seen my father hold that a few times. The night of the massacre, the book was suddenly gone.

"The doctors said not to overwhelm you—" "Please." I grab his hand, this stranger who loves some version of me that no longer exists. "I need to know if you've ever heard of Marcus Henderson. Or Catherine Lewis. Or a little girl named Truth." His expression shifts to genuine alarm. "Sophie, you're scaring me. Those are characters from your book." "My... book?" Jacob reaches for a tablet on the bedside table, tapping the screen before turning it toward me. I stare in disbelief at the cover displayed: "His Forbidden Truth" by Sophia Winters. My name—or some version of it—attached to a fiction that mirrors my reality.

“The one full of every filthy fantasy that sweet mouth of yours never dared to confess?” Heat scorched my face. My eyes widened as realization crashed into me. He had found it. The private little erotica book I thought I had hidden perfectly, the one filled with scenes I’d devoured late at night when I couldn’t sleep. Dark, sinful things I wasn’t sure I’d ever have the courage to ask for. “Lorenzo…” I hissed, clutching the blanket tighter around me. “Where is it?” But he only shook his head, still smirking, and turned toward the hall.

But I couldn’t shake the image of her under the Hunter’s Moon, of the way something about her had changed since that night. The library itself was quiet, the air heavy with the smell of old parchment and ink. The main shelves were all in order and pristine, but I ignored them, heading instead for the back alcoves where the forbidden shelves stood behind a simple glamour most students never looked past. A brush of magic from my hand sent it scattering away, the crackle of its return hanging in the air. The forbidden books were in plain sight, their cracked leather bindings and darkened spines far more enticing than the rest of the collection. Books that were too dangerous to be read casually,

Vaelspire Keep, The Forbidden Vault The Vault doors groaned open, revealing shelves lined with tomes bound in skin and bone. All the ancient and forbidden books of the old were stored and recorded there. Books with knowledge too ancient, too powerful, and useful to their enemies were stored here. Alaric stepped inside, torch in hand, his eyes scanning until they found the one he needed. It read, Bloodborne Bonds: Curses, Hybrids, and Abominations. He flipped through the pages, stopping when he saw an illustration that made his heart freeze.

“Forbidden Desires” – the title alone had me hooked from the bookstore shelf. I’d been devouring erotic novels like this for months, escaping into worlds of raw passion and unfiltered lust. Today was no different; I was home alone, the house quiet except for the occasional creak of settling wood. No roommates, no interruptions. Perfect.

He immediately pulled three ancient books from inside his coat: Deathfeign Parasites, Love Parasites, and Fertility Parasites. “There’s more at home. If you marry me, they’re all yours. Everything else too—my assets, my shares, the Hall family business. I’ll transfer it all into your name.” He carefully studied my expression as he spoke. I took the books from him and flipped through them over and over, unable to put them down. I loved them so much that I agreed on the spot. Blake finally let out a sigh of relief and lifted a hand.