Novel & Cerita Unusual Book

It was so dull and black that I wondered what it was even still doing with Ann. “Should I look at it?” My curiosity got the better of me as I brought the book forward, merely just touching it, I could feel a strange aura flowing through the book. This book is clearly not normal. My curiosity was heightened to the max as I reached to open up the book. “Luna, what do you want? Is pasta okay?” Ann's voice pulled me to my senses as I threw the book back at the shelf. “Luna,” Ann came into the room, her eyes trained on me like a predator.

“I don’t even know where to start. I feel like the life I’ve been living isn’t real. Like I’ve been asleep and just woke up in a stranger’s house.” Lisa wrapped her arms around her friend, pulling her into a warm, protective hug. “You are not alone,” she whispered. “I’m right here. Every step of the way, Faithy. We’ll figure this out together. You don’t have to be afraid.” Faith clung to her, the first hint of calm easing into her trembling body. For a moment, they stayed like those two friends against a world suddenly filled with secrets. But as Lisa pulled back, her own mind raced. Why would Kunle go to such lengths? Something about the story didn’t add up. Her instincts told her there was

It transforms the adventure through my collection into something truly extraordinary! ASIN: B0DQ81GWJC ACKNOWLEDGMENTS I want to express my heartfelt gratitude to my talented art designer, Rebekah, for the stunning digital paintings, that you can find on my P*******t page just by searching Unusualdee, and the beautiful book cover. A special thanks goes to Light and Gem for their invaluable feedback as my Beta readers. I also deeply appreciate all the other wonderful members of the SBAR (Smut Book Avid Reader) club for their unwavering support throughout the journey of compiling these smut stories. Your encouragement means the world to me.

It was a dream about a set of people in a different world with different sets of rules. In Goodness’ dream, he claimed that he saw some people moving excitedly in an unfamiliar library at the centre of a small town. They were books with different covers: black, brown, yellow, pink and even blonde covers. The men and women all had long beards that extended to their jaw. The place was so weird with all sorts of weird customs and traditions and weird fruit bearing trees. The scent in the air was unpleasant like charred old newspapers. The sky was a worrisome grey, such as he had never seen before in his life. Some of the men carried historical books, screaming delightfully with open hearts as t

“Uncanny.” She commented, as she looked at the book and scan the cover, which weirdly enough does not have any synopsis like any other book genre out there. Covered with the pattern of the gloom and dark with the title engraved in a pattern using gold ink. Its resemblance is pretty much centers like a religious book, yet is not. For anything else, the lady in blue is screaming her very own familiarity towards her, as it looks and speaks like. “Me.”

When I got home, I immediately sat in front of my laptop and searched desperately everywhere about the possible causes and reasons for all the uncommon stuff I witnessed, from the changes in his body to his quickness in action and his very extra strength. I swear, no normal human being could do what he did right there! No normal human would be that fast and that strong to prevent a person from falling on high ground without getting injured too! I looked for an extra notebook at the side of my table where there were books and notes lazily piled there so I could see them quickly and get them whenever I would be needing any of them. Holding a notebook, my hand accidentally shoved one of the boo

The perfection of the scene was suffocating, but that was why I quickly noticed something out of place. They had a shelf of books here in the living room, and the book seemed to be arranged by colour rather than alphabetically. The colours were also ordered in shades, from darkest to lightest on the shelf. So the dark red book between books of lighter red, stood out like a sore thumb. Looking around only once, I stood up to investigate. When I pulled it out, I saw it was a book on pack history, unsurprisingly. But when I moved to put it back, I noticed the black button tucked behind the neatly arranged spines.

That’s when I noticed it. Among the rows of oddly colored books, there was one that didn’t quite fit. While the others looked more like props—too uniform, too unnatural—this one stood out. It looked real. A Daughter’s Revenge by Alona Jane B. Cruz. I squinted at it for a moment, hesitating before reaching out. Slowly, I pulled it from the shelf, feeling the weight of it in my hands, then noticed the uneven gap it left behind. My breath hitched slightly as I placed it into the indented space in the middle of the shelf.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.