The Unspeakable Book Novels & Stories

To confirm my suspicions, I turn back, and indeed, he is staring at me, just as I suspected. Whatever mystery this Gabriel holds, I don't think I want to get tangled with him. I know we had a connection that night, something I've never experienced, not even with Maxwell. But I'm not ready to explore. Yet, my clit betrays my resolve as I feel wet all over in my panties. "What the fuck," I mutter, only audible to myself.

** BOOK 2 ** TITLE: MARRYING MY EX'S UNCLE

“Mr. President, yes! I want this all. Since the first time I entered your house and saw you in uniform, I admired you! And when I saw you topless while swimming in the pool area, I wanted to drown with you in pleasure! So yes, Mr. President. I want this. I want you to fuck me. Pleasure me all you want. I’m yours, my body is your ownership, your name is written all over my system!” I gritted my teeth at that sudden confession of Helen. I completely forgotten Elizabeth and Morgan—two people that are important in my life. Morgan made me to wrong from my wife, but Helen made it even worse. She makes me a demon more than what I am today. I am completely damaged and drown with lust. I can’t take i

~Phoebe The image burned behind my eyelids, a jagged shard of memory. Lydia’s legs spread wide on a hard wooden bathroom, my uncle’s face buried between her thighs, her moans swallowed by the sterile silence of hymnals. Gerard’s fingers curled inside me, driving hard, striking that precise, electric spot again. I shattered. My orgasm wasn’t a wave; it was a fucking tsunami. My pussy clenched violently around his invading fingers, gushing in a hot, thick spray that soaked his hand and slicked his wrist. I screamed. A raw, animal sound that tore from my throat, as tears streamed down my face.

"The Vance family built a world where every breath was an advance on a debt you couldn't see. But out here, the air doesn't keep a tally." I looked down at my hands. The stain from the printer's ink was fading, turning into a faint, gray shadow along the creases of my palms. The phantom in the silk suit, the Faceless Author, the iron pens—they were all sinking into the deep, dark reservoir of the unwritten past. We had torn the book in half, and in doing so, we had finally broken the sequence. The Geography of the Unwritten

However, a moment went by before she narrowed her eyes in thought. “I think we should try some of the bookcases toward the back. I know that there are a few tomes that are under lock and key for safety reasons, but if it’s just basic background information you’re looking for, then I think you should be able to find something.” Nora led us to the back of the large room, where we came upon a narrow bookcase and an entire glass case that had a large metal lock on its doors. I read a few of the spines before coming across one titled ‘Creaturae et Ineffabilia’. “Creatures and Unspeakables,” I muttered. “This one looks promising.”

I would be introducing another book here to this book, just a few chapters, if you're interested, read the book up. It's called; Dangerous Affairs with my body guard, also a BL book. The last chapter of this book; I know what you taste like will be at the end of this book. So if you're not interested in the new book I'm introducing you can skip to the last chapter. Thank you so much!

Inside was a single object, bound in a frost-coated bark, etched with the golden spiral. It pulsed once in his hand and then went still. And the cathedral listened. Kieran opened the book and read out loud: “Those who read this book have already been damned. When you pass through those doors of how you so crave, it shall be your demise in the true self of you. For you shall see it, the thing that is everything.” Kieran gulped as he carried on reading.