The Bookworm Of Edwards Novels & Stories

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?”

"Tyler Lockwood. Blonde. Twenty-three. Reckless. Apparently likes taking bullets for strangers." Edward snorted, barely looking up from his work. "Sounds like a moron." I hummed. "Maybe." The room fell into a quiet rhythm the clicking of keys, the occasional slurp from Edward's beer. It started like a routine scan. Then his typing slowed. His brow furrowed. Edward leaned closer to the screen. I drummed my fingers on the desk. "What?" Edward squinted, scrolling quickly. Then he let out a low whistle. "Oh, I take it back. This guy's interesting as hell."

he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.

Wenzou glanced to Winastra who gave her a disapproving look. Wenzou spoke, “I guess that was wrong of me.” Winastra sighed and cuddled her head down onto her pillow tiredly, “Yes and no I suppose. Try to remember how it is that you would like to be treated and treat others accordingly. It is a good rule to live by.” “More thoughts from your big book?” Winastra nodded and was soon asleep. Wenzou was not tired though. Going to the shelf she pulled a big black book that had seen much wear down off the shelf. It was hard for her to read the words, but lighting a candle she did so just the same.

I ask and Everett shrugs. "Fuck if I know." He says, grabbing something else from his bag. "Can you believe these bookmarks they gave us?" He asks, showing me the pink tasseled piece of cardboard with the words 'Smut Slut' written in gold leafing displayed proudly on both sides. "If we're gonna do it, we might as well go all in." I say, looking at my own bookmark that says 'Emotionally attached to a morally grey character' in loopy font. At least mine's black.

A book came out along with his hand, both fully intact. “The Courage to Trust,” by Dr. Franklin Reed. He had to be joking. There were hidden cameras here somewhere, I just knew it. No fucking way was the god of wolves cracking open a self-help book from the mortal realm. Sure enough, he fanned through the book eagerly, skipping over several chapters in the process. The tip of his tongue appeared from between his plump lips. He found the page he’d been looking for and quickly skimmed it. With a satisfied hum, he chucked the book behind his shoulder where it was swallowed up by that strange, shimmering magic.

“I love it, sister! This is the best thing that ever happened to me.” Like a classic bookworm, Edith climbed the rolling ladders and explored the bookshelves fondly, his excitement was out of my mind. “What’s so special about those books?” My pack had brilliant libraries, full of war-related books. This massive library was nothing…. “Look, it’s a handwritten scroll of the late Alpha King!” Edith exclaims halted me in my tracks, I pounced at him immediately to snatch that scroll. “No, no, no. It’s impossible!”

Shame burned through me even as heat pooled low in my belly. This is insane. He’s your professor. You should walk out right now. But my body didn’t move toward the door. Instead, I slowly sank to my knees in front of his chair, cheeks flaming with embarrassment and forbidden excitement. Professor Vale unzipped his pants and pulled out his thick, heavy cock. It was already half-hard and even bigger than I’d imagined in my fantasies. “Good girl,” he murmured, voice rough with satisfaction. “Now show me how badly you want that A.”

I walked over to the children's books area, I was thankful no one was around as I sat down in a beanbag after grabbing a few books to read. "Ella, stop slouching around and get to work" my manager yells at me, there was no one in the shop while I was sitting around here. I looked up to see a woman standing next to the register, I huffed angrily and put the book away before walking over to the nice looking lady. "Hi ma'am, how may I help you?" I ask the woman, she was only about five feet tall, with brown long hair and brown eyes. "Hello, I'm here for the new werewolf story" she says looking at me, I tried my best to hide under my own overgrown bangs.

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.