Unbridled Book Novels & Stories

"What did I say about being quiet?" She whimpered against his palm, the dominance in his voice only turning her on more. He pounded into her relentlessly, each thrust sending shockwaves of pleasure through her body. The bookshelf rattled behind her, books continuing to fall as they moved together in desperate, primal rhythm. "Touch yourself," Adrian commanded, removing his hand from her mouth. "I want to feel you come around me." Mara slid her hand between them, her fingers finding her clit. The added stimulation combined with the feeling of him filling her so completely was overwhelming. She felt the orgasm approaching again, faster and more intense than the first.

She pushed that down deep, sipping from stored bags in the fridge. Rain hammered the windows that Tuesday night. Lydia sat at her desk, sorting through a box of new books. One caught her eye: Spirits of the Wild: Bindings and Releases. The cover was cracked leather, smelling like dirt and old forests. She flipped it open, her fingers brushing over faded words in some ancient tongue. "Just a peek," she told herself. Curiosity burned in her chest. She read the spell aloud, soft and quick, like testing a locked door. The air changed. It got heavy, like before a storm. Candles on the shelves flickered wild, shadows dancing on the walls. A rumble started low, from the book itself. Lydia's hands s

Rosa's nose crinkled as she said that. I couldn't control myself anymore, so I moved to the side. My vision became blurry. My uncle and a strange lady, the betrayal from my uncle hurt me bitterly. His plan was to see me go down. I moved forward again and faced Rosa, my heart beat faster than I expected, but I had to comport myself. “Why didn't I notice my uncle's evil deed before now?” I voiced out loud. “Is okay babe, that's life. Sometimes people you trust so much can turn you down.” She replied calmly.

"I would never and could never resent you, Anaya, you didn't ruin our freedom, you gave us life, and a reason to live. No, I don't have to book in to have fun. Look around you Anaya, you know one text, and someone will be here within minutes to take the kids. If I wanted to fuck you on the dining room table, for being a brat I could." "Anaya, I agree. I may have lied, but I didn't do it to hurt you or hide things. Yes, you're different to my other brats, but I like that. Something about you is different, the way you can switch from submissive to brat instantly and pretend like you don't even notice amazes me."

I said and she shrugged "So, tell me mom. Let's talk about this now. What is it about Adrian touching that book which makes you so scared?" I said and she looked at me for some time and sat saying "Elsa. This book contain somethings Adrian doesn't need to know if he opens it. It will make him uncontrollable and you'll lose him. Yes, it's a sacred book and it should help him. But they are still some mysteries. If he finds out now. It will only bring more tention between the natural and the supernatural...and hence, the natural will be destroyed in the process...and that's only going to be a disaster that will never end. Except, there's a sealed being--" she stopped not finishing her statement

he kicks at the dirt "Who are you to be so arrogant? Is your pussy made out of gold? Let's find out what makes you so conceited. Shall we?" I press my back against the car, trying to keep my heartbeat steady even though I'm scared shitless. We're in the middle of nowhere. Too far from Arctic Warriors but not any closer to other packs. Even the hotel is still an hour away by car. If they take Hector and Nova out, we won't stand a chance. I wish I could tell Reagan to drive the hell away from here. Save herself. But because Leander already processed my papers, for the next year, I'm not a member of Bittercrest. Which means, the link we shared is broken. Fuck me.

"C'mon, show me." Liv reaches to his bag and pulled out a large rectangular book covered in brown leather. He settles it over his laps and I held the flashlight up to the book's direction. "I've always wanted to show you this one." Liv says as he unlocks the ribbon. "I just didn't have time." He adds. "Now you do." I chimed. He smiles sweetly before kissing my temple. "I've been busy with these when I'm away or when you're not with me." He explains.

"The book sliced in two? How were you certain it was the same book? And that you weren't even being lied to?" "The morning after we fought and I stormed out, Dorothea came to me herself in the bar I was at. Somehow, she'd had Tamara distracted and she showed one half of the book to me. I touched it and I felt it. The wrongness. It's not something that can be explained. I'd told Renee that I wasn't going to show after she'd set up the meeting time but after I left, I couldn't deal with the possibility that they'd take you even if I said no. And that I wouldn't be there by your side."

Her voice was polite, but there was something about the way she asked that made Sarah’s stomach twist slightly. “I attended Westbridge University. I studied management consulting,” Sarah answered, keeping her voice steady. “Interesting,” Vivian said, swirling her wine glass. “And your family?” Sarah hesitated for only a fraction of a second. “I grew up in an orphanage.” Vivian’s expression remained composed, but the slight upward tilt of her chin gave her away. “Oh.” She said it with such finality that it sent a wave of discomfort through Sarah. Sarah’s grip on her fork tightened slightly. She knew that ‘Oh’ carried a wealth of meaning, judgment, doubt, perhaps even disapproval.

As we strolled along, he guided me through different corridors adorned with different artwork and intricate tapestries that told stories of ancient battles and mythical creatures of the east. We entered a vast library with shelves stretching from floor to ceiling, filled with countless books of various sizes and colors. The smell of aged paper and leather filled the air, creating an ambiance of knowledge and wisdom. He led me to a cozy reading nook, where armchairs were arranged around a crackling fireplace. "Here is one of my favorite spots in the mansion," He said, his voice resonating with warmth. "Feel free to explore the collection if you wish. Books takes us to places we’ve never been,