Booktok Cringe Novels & Stories

“We thought your… stalker might’ve gotten to you.” I snort, attempting humor that tastes bitter in my mouth. “Ha-ha.” I bend to grab the books I tossed and shove them back into the shelf, wanting to erase their very existence. Tempting Him and Kamasutra: Teacher’s Edition. My cheeks burn. I never, ever want to see them again. That was… catastrophic. Humiliating. Surely, that couldn't have gone any worse. “You okay?” Sam asks, tilting his head, confusion and concern mixing in his eyes.

'Greedy little slut. I arched into his touch, biting my lip to stifle a moan. 'Can't help it. You two ruined me for anything else.' It was true—my body hummed with need, craving the stretch of their cocks even as my muscles protested. But we couldn't linger; Mum was due back from her spa retreat that afternoon, and the last thing we needed was her walking in on this.

She snaps, almost making me drop the books "Damn Fran, take it easy." I grin, arranging the books on the shelf. Reading has never been my strongsuit, something struggle with, but this setting is enough to make even me read. I go to the next box, and frown at the label - Erotica. "What is Erotica, Fran?" I yell, but she's busy yelling at someone to hear me. I open the box, and pull out the first book, and I frown even harder because it is titled - Your Dad Will Do, by a Katee Robert.

I can't face the assholes making mean comments about me on I*******m. Kelly: Lily, the loser. Her braces make her face look like a train station. Alexa: I know, right. Tia: Chugga Chugga Chew Chew!! I hate seeing their names everywhere. If I deleted my I*******m, then my book followers would be disappointed. I'm a bookstagrammar. Meaning people follow me and read my reviews of various novels. It's hard to be a critic. Someone must do it. "It's time to get off, Lily. I need to get the bus ready to pick up the half-day preschoolers, " Mrs. Norris says.

she said. “Yeah. Exactly. Like she had a book in her.” “Okay, that’s some legit weird spooky shit right there,” she said. “How so?” “Nah, just someone in a bookstore said that to me recently. That I had a book in me.” A quick shrug. “Weird.” “Damn right it’s weird.” Margo smiled. “I know, right?” “Right! I mean, a bookstore? For real? Are those even a thing anymore?” ***

So after all the reading done, I feel it’s pertinent I introduce myself. I am Eugenia Amakubukuro, I love traveling, reading and I am sapiosexual. Well, enough of the boring details This is my first book, I’ll love to get your feedback on the review section. Edits has been made to the story, ‘Alpha Tiana: the unknown wolf’ which may not appear in the app. Here are some strange terms, I'll love you to know their meanings.

Just more proof that Noah was a rich kid through and through. I snorted, reaching for the last book on the bottom shelf. It was placed weirdly from sight and it seemed to be wrapped with brown paper. Curiosity got the better of me and I ripped the paper away, wanting to see what book it was. Probably some first-edition Charles Dickens. But when I turned it over to look at the cover, my eyes widened. Two shirtless hunks tangled up together stared back at me from the cover. It could have as well been a cover for gay p**n.

“Sorry for freaking out on you.” “It’s cool. We all have our moments.” I shrug. “So, what is it about the book that has you freaked about anyone knowing?” I frown, staring at it, only to raise a brow when she tilts her body as if trying to hide it from my view. “It looks like an aged book about elemental genetics, but considering the way your acting, I feel like there’s more.” She sighs her expression a picture of weariness and concerns. “Am sorry, but can we not talk about the book.”

The warmth of the aroma felt lonely, empty, and the silence around her pressed in, thick enough to taste. By eleven, the tea had cooled. By noon, the porcelain cracked with a sharp snap when she moved it. Aria muttered, “What the hell…” She cleaned it up slowly, deliberately. Anything to keep her hands moving. To keep her from thinking about how it felt like the whole bookstore was… holding its breath. She wandered into the back aisles. The mythology section was a mess — again. Probably some college kid hunting for ancient conspiracies to turn into a thesis. Her fingers skimmed the titles, brushing over worn, faded spines, some crumbling at the edges like dry leaves. One in particular caught

I squinted my eyes and glared at her. Tentatively, she removed the paper cover of her book. Underneath was a far cry from the gently paper cover. The paper cover had a street with cherry blossoms blooming on each side. The title ‘Never Apart’ indicated a soft romance. The ‘real’ book cover, the one hidden under cherry blossoms was a half naked man, He had no shirt and showed tight muscles. all over his torso were tattoos His hand enclosed the throat of a blonde girl, she was dressed in a shirt probably his because of how large it is. Her head is thrown back in obvious pleasure and the title is ‘Choke me Harder.’ Definitely nothing a sophisticated young miss should read.