Romans & histoires The Lady Who Swallowed A Fly Book

“Use me… I’m your little whore tonight.” My hips bucked wildly. I shoved three fingers inside myself, wishing they were real cocks. When the woman in the memory came, screaming around the dick in her throat, I squirted for the first time in my life. Clear fluid sprayed across the blanket as my whole body convulsed. Panting on the floor, I stared at the glowing book. “What are you doing to me?” The pages fluttered. Warmth spread through my chest like a lover’s touch. Feeding. Growing. You taste delicious, Elara.

I wandered through the aisles, running my fingers along the spines, feeling a sense of belonging I hadn't felt in a long time. I spent the whole day there, completely lost among the books, reading story after story until I lost track of time. One book caught my attention "The Adventures of Sir Flufftail" a ridiculous but absolutely hilarious story about a brave and very dramatic rabbit knight who went on quests to save stolen carrot cakes from mischievous squirrels.

She even called me a country bumpkin, an uncivilized person, bacteria, and so on. 'She wouldn't even imagine that she’d eat the saliva of bacteria like me!' Clarice laughed and lowered her head to drink her bird's nest happily. After finishing it, she came to the living room and sat on the sofa, waiting for the maid to come down. After waiting for about ten minutes, the maid came downstairs as expected. Clarice looked at the tray in the maid's hand. "Wendy, did Lyra drink the bird's nest?" "She finished drinking it," Wendy replied.

There is simply no way I am going to pick that up, so instead I use a hanger from the rack to push the folded-up piece of paper open so I can try to read it. When I do, a maggot crawls across the paper and I almost lose my dinner from the night before that the old lady so nicely brought to me in the middle of the night. She had said, “Sonny, I want to thank you so much for helping me earlier, so I brought you some of my dinner instead. I know that you didn’t get anything because you came into town too late.”

Read enough to understand the quality of what was happening. The first message she read that stopped her was from a woman she did not know, in a city she had never visited, who had apparently read the entire book between midnight and four in the morning and had written to say: I did not sleep. I could not sleep. Every time I thought I could put it down I found I could not put it down because it felt like putting down the only honest thing I had encountered in years. I have been in that kitchen. I have stood at that counter. I did not know anyone else had been there until this morning.

There were piles of books on her table, and there was a request for more books that she had drafted out. “My lady, let us leave.” Liora begged, following behind me impatiently. I checked through some of her books, and they were mostly fiction. My eyes caught a particular book under a pile of books, and I reached for it instantly. “My lady, you're going to get me killed.” Liora groaned as I picked up the book. “THE ADVENTURES OF LADY KILMARTIN.” I read out loud. “Huh?” Liora mumbled.

She wasn’t prepared to tell Luther that she had been married before. As someone from the lower level, her wings were much smaller than those from the middle and highest level. She can only fly at best two to three feet above the ground, and she couldn’t fly long distances. Thanks to the magic books she had found in Luther’s library, she had been able to exceed that, though by a small margin. She was on the balcony, seated on a small velvet couch with both her feet crossed on the ground and a book on her lap while she looked over to calmly study the outside view.

Fluff scales beside her. “Can we read the dragon book?” Lily asked, pointing to the one in Thomas’s hand. “This one?” Thomas held up the cover. “The one about the dragon who learns to fly?” Lily nodded eagerly. “That’s my favorite!” Thomas opened the book and began to read, his voice animated as he made the dragon’s roars and the knight’s shouts come to life. Emma watched Lily’s face light up with every page, her earlier nervousness about school now completely gone.

"You are carrying a mixed blood child, nothing will happen to them, they'll have to be born no matter what, so you have to learn everything in the shortest time possible. Here have a look,’ the woman said handing over to her a book that no one had been able to read except for her for centuries. Tilda's eyes lit up when she took the book, at long last she would get the knowledge she had wanted so badly. She flipped over the first page to begin to read when the book flipped themselves the information get loaded into her head, it did so till the end of the book then it disappeared. Tilda looked up and found the woman gone, it was only her shadow from the candle that could be seen. She tried to

I watched it, enthralled as I wondered how this little creature had been able to evade the spell every other thing seemed to have been cast by. I stretched out my hand to touch it, hoping its sting would bring me back to reality if I had disappeared from it somehow. The firefly stayed in my hand without biting me and flickered its light. I jumped when I saw a little girl out of the corner of my eye peering at me, inadvertently crushing the fly in my hand. I could have sworn she hadn’t been there before I got there. She smiled up at me and I noticed something about her was off. “Hi,” she greeted, waving at me. “Don’t worry about the fly. I only used it to bring you to me.”