Urdu Novels Collection Novels & Stories

“Books don’t talk back. They don’t expect small talk. I like the order. And the stories. What about you? History major with a focus on obscure trade? That’s not common.” I shrugged even though he couldn’t see it. “I like knowing how people lived before everything got loud. Plus, it’s an excuse to hide in here. Away from parties and drama.” “Smart girl,” he murmured. The way he said it made my stomach flip. Time passed. Maybe twenty minutes. We talked about everything and nothing. My terrible roommate. His awful coffee from the faculty lounge. How the basement always felt colder than the rest of the building. Our voices got softer, more comfortable. The dark made it easier somehow. Like we we

She hated me for no real reason other than the fact that I always came top in class. “Going to hide in the library again?” Lana sneered, stepping closer and knocking my books out of my hands. Her friends laughed. “You think you’re so smart, don’t you? Walking around like you own the place just because your mom married some rich guy.” I bent down to pick up my books, cheeks burning with embarrassment. A small crowd was already forming. “Leave me alone, Lana,” I said quietly. “Or what?” She kicked one of my books further away.

I groaned in frustration and leaned against the door, ready to cry when the door pushed open and I fell in. It opened. It fucking opened! I jumped to my feet in happiness, ready to celebrate, when I took notice of the room, and I froze. This wasn't what a study should look like. I shut the door behind me and walked into the room that was dim with red light. Thin ropes decorated the space of the room from one end to the other and I ran my fingers through them, feeling how soft yet sturdy they were. Instruments that were a little hard to recognize from afar decorated the wall and when I inched closer, my jaw literally dropped to the floor. I would recognize what these were even in my sleep.

It hadn’t been the most exciting work in the world, but it had been well paid, and had provided her with the security she had always craved. There’d been no one in the library that she knew well enough to go up and talk to, but she’d been determined to enjoy her time there, because secretly she’d been delighted to get an invitation to the prestigious opening. Just because she’d been educated at the school free, it didn’t mean she’d been overlooked! She’d drunk a cup of tea and then begun to look at the books, noting with interest that there was a whole section on Khoshorbhan. Picking up a beautifully bound volume, she’d begun to flick through the pages, and had soon been lost in the pictures

Theo and Cole were on either side of her, their hands roaming over her body, one spanking her fat ass, the other reaching under to rub her swollen clit. She was a complete mess. Cum leaked steadily from her well-used pussy and ass, running down her thick thighs in thick white trails. Her skin was marked with handprints, bite marks, and dried cum. Her hair was messy, her lips swollen from sucking cock, and her eyes were glassy with exhaustion and overwhelming pleasure. The front door clicked open. Derek stepped inside, suitcase in hand, a tired but satisfied smile on his face. He had clearly expected to come home to a refreshed, grateful wife.

A smile crept onto my face as I adjusted my grip on the novel, its cover barely hiding the kind of story that made my heart race. A dark, depraved mafia romance. It had a male lead who didn’t ask permission so much as demand surrender. A man who played with consent the way a composer toyed with notes—artfully, deliberately, with the kind of confidence that made my skin prickle and my thighs press together. One that was over too soon. The kind of book I devoured in a fever and now I was in need of another. Most folks wouldn’t think of the local library as a treasure trove of scandalous reads, but I knew better. The librarians were in on the secret, intentionally filling the shelves with books