The Bookworm Of Edwards の小説・ストーリー

Edward likes to play there, and we left with an armload of picture books, as well as a few paranormal romances for me. One of the books is on the coffee table next to me, and I intended on reading it. Edward fell asleep pretty quickly tonight, and once he was down, I took a quick shower, changed into my PJs, and came downstairs to have a cup of tea and read. It’s so domestic it’s weird.

I pulled it out of the shelf. It looked very old and dusty and I also wondered why Edward had a load of them stuffed in his shelf. Does he like to read? I sighed again. Why can't I just stop thinking of him?! I took the book and cleaned the dust off of it and then went to sit on the bed. The book didn't hold it's author's name.How is that possible? I searched the nook and cranny of the book but nothing. So I just proceeded to the cover. It was titled,

He closed the book, using his index finger as a bookmark and smiled up at her as she entered the room. She flipped her eyebrows at him as she walked over to him, turned her ass to him, and yanked down her jeans. Bending over, she practically stuck her slightly bruised ass into his face. He let out a soft whistle, and she felt his soft hand caress her exposed backside. She immediately felt the difference between Edwin's hands and those of her husband's. Both were strong with long thick fingers. However, where Selby's were soft and those of a bookstore owner, Edwin's were rough and callused. They belonged to someone who had worked for years with his hands.

The place from which the finished products were distributed to points of sale and couriers, as well as where all the bookkeeping was carried out, was located at the other end of the city in the gateway behind the popular bowling center. A pimple with a crumpled banknote, for which even chewing gum could not be bought, writhed very convincingly in front of a thick door for about thirty minutes, pretending to break, until he got the guards so that the wolves clicked the locks and went out into the street in order to properly kick his ass, which Naturally, they didn't succeed.

He tried to read the titles of the books with his head to the side. She smiled, bookworm didn't quite fit his image, but it suited him. ‘Esmee is figuring out if there is also crocus in our version of the elixir,’ she said. ‘Crocus increases libido.’ ‘I never needed that,’ growled Raven from above.

" She lied, attempting to maintain her composure. Edward's laughter was icy, devoid of joy. "Vanessa, you ought to be. You should be extremely scared." While talking, he put his hand in his pocket and retrieved a tiny key. He opened the drawer next to his bed and took out a tiny book covered in leather. "This is the journal you were searching for," he mentioned, his eyes shining with malevolence. "But you are not prepared for the reality it hold." Vanessa felt her heart beat faster as Edward flipped open the book, his gaze moving over the pages.

I lowered my head and kept walking, hoping I didn’t run into any more people trying to get in my good graces so that I don’t chop off their heads or something. As soon as I got to the pack-house, I could smell Edric’s distress. He was pacing when I eventually got to the room. He was armed with a worn leather-bound book clutched in one hand and a distant look in his eyes like he hadn’t blinked in an hour. “What did the floor do to you this time?” I asked, my voice cutting through the silence. He froze. Then, like a kid caught stealing bread, he spun around and shoved the book behind his back.

I manage to ask, while my breathing feels short. “I did not find what I was looking for on the other shelves,” he replies, and my heart races in my chest. Is he even talking about the book or something else? “You looked through all the shelves at the front?” I ask. “Mhmm.” He nods, and I slide away from him quickly. He’s fast. But what did I expect? Elijah is a bookworm, like Ezra. Maybe Ezra got it from his father. We both look through the next shelves when Elijah asks suddenly, “What happened to that skunk?”

Its edges were lined with golden symbols and the title Wilbur had just read out loud. He flipped to the first page. The edges of the page were lined with the same golden symbols, but the page itself was empty. Wilbur frowned, channeling his spiritual energy into the book slowly. It was unclear what the book was made out of, but it seemed to absorb the spiritual energy. Wilbur's frown deepened, and he flipped to the second page. The same thing happened, as with the third page, then the fourth. Wilbur frowned in frustration. Just what was up with this thick book?

"By the way teacher. Don't you have something to explain to me?" Currently, Sol was reading a rather thick brown-covered book titled dangerous zones in the world. It was a rather interesting book written by one of the angels living in Slothstein. Edea, meanwhile, was elegantly sipping on her tea when she heard his abrupt question. Intrigued, she put back her cup on the plate and threw a questioning glance at Sol as she queried for him to elaborate,