Booktok Cringe Novels & Stories

I whispered, roaming my tongue across my lips in a slow sensual manner. His jaw tightened at my words and a low hum escaped his mouth. I loved that small, animal sound, and it made a new, hungry flare pulse through me. Blake scoffed. “Well… I also did not expect your boobs to be this sexy, considering the fact that you reached out to me through I*******m,” he said, returning my sexual intensity with a grin. His compliment made heat flickered across my skin and a silly, vindicated smile tugged at my mouth.

"It's Uncle Kramer's house, so no offense is taken. What are you reading anyway, at night? Sone steamy CEO romance? Or cute girl's exaggerated first kiss? "Shut your weird mouth," she scolds lightly, then shows him the book cover. Mahone glances at it and reads the title loudly, "The New Orleans Voodoo Handbook. What_ you're practicing black magic now? "Whatever," she says, widening her eyes. "Hey, hey! Why are you undressing in front of me? I can be your buddy, but you have to remember that I'm a girl, too!" she covers her face with book "So what?" he throws the shirt on the chair, showing his perfect six pack abdomens, smirking at her shyness. "I know you don't have bad thoughts about my b

he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.

In some cases, she just scanned the spines, when visible. After another hour or so, Caitlin, her back killing her, on her hands and knees, reached the far wall. At the very bottom of one of the tallest stacks, she yanked out one particularly large and heavy book—and as she did, the entire stack came crashing down around her; she quickly covered her head as the mountain collapsed, and got out of the way just before being completely crushed. The books finally settled in a huge cloud of dust, and she looked up, dazed and confused. She felt like she wanted to cry.

It supported and held my body perfectly, sculpted to every curve of my body like it was moulded intentionally. I picked up the black leather binder, flicking through the numerous pages of passwords, codes and phone numbers. It was easy to get logged into my sleek computer, checking my emails and meetings for the upcoming week. Before long it was ten o’clock and I was sitting in the most bland and uneventful meeting of the day. Each member of staff eyed me up competitively. The room reeked of ego and distaste and you could almost smell the jealousy radiating from each person around the large table.

"Honestly, it’s no trouble at all. It wasn't exactly a blow to the budget. The campus bookstore had a clearance bin, so I snagged it for about a credit and a half." The warm smile on Patricia’s face turned into a frozen mask of secondary embarrassment. I could practically see the gears turning in her head. It wasn't that the book was inexpensive—it was the fact that I had just admitted to buying the most powerful Alpha in the Kingdom of Valeria a 'peace offering' that cost less than a cup of cafeteria coffee. To make matters worse, I was standing there bragging about what a bargain it was.

There was no author, no publisher's mark, only a title embossed in ostentatious, looping cursive: A LIGHT THAT CHANGES FATE. "Seriously?" he muttered. It was a cringe-worthy title, the kind found on the bottom shelf of a bargain bookstore. Yet, it had snagged his curiosity. He cracked the cover, and a flush of heat crept up his neck. The first page was… vulgar. Profanity-laced and graphically crude. He nearly slammed it shut. What was a book like this doing in his mother's collection?

a sexy librarian. During that first encounter, I struggled to focus my attention on her face (or Janie), because her tits were an eyeful. Either she had big, hard nipples or puffies poking through her bra; they were almost impossible to ignore. The t-shirt hugged her body and showed everything she had to offer; the shirt had "Books Make Everything Better" across the front and I tried to cover my adolescent behavior by asking her about the shirt. She smiled, "I'm in library sciences and I got it at a library symposium...yeah, there are library conventions. I know it sounds geeky, but they can get wild."

Marco asked, and they all turned to me. Oh! Freaking goodness me! These people were out for my life and they definitely will be getting it. I cast them a glance, clearing my throat in the air. “Oh… I… it’s about the book I read in the library. It’s really… really interesting and…” “And erotic.” Vera completed with an arched brow, and I pressed my lips into a thin line, nodding my head gently. “I would love to try it.” Imani squealed beside me while I just forced out a smile.

The shoes were clearly a size too big, yet he insisted they were "specially chosen for me" When I didn't reach for them, Tucker's expression tightened for a moment. Impatience flickered in his eyes. "I've already apologized. What else do you want? Even Shelby didn't make a big deal of it, and here you are acting like some spoiled princess. Stop making such a fuss." My chest tightened. It felt like something was caught in my airways. I drew in a slow breath, trying to keep my voice even. "I wasn't trying to imitate her. The dress was—"