Booktok Cringe Novels & Stories

"Truly disgusting, exploiting information gaps to profit on both ends. Everyone, report her and shut her down!" Someone was clearly steering a smear campaign against me. That thought flashed through my mind. I immediately switched to a burner account and slipped into Blue Harbor Seafood Select's livestream. Zachary was on camera, holding up a live king crab, practically spitting as he spoke. "Guys, I promise you this. Now that we've gotten rid of a certain unethical employee, our seafood is officially the best value on the entire platform!" Behind him, yellow croaker was listed at 9.90 dollars per pound, and king crab at 88 dollars per pound. The prices were indeed far lower than what I had

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

She chuckled, biting her lower lip. “I swear to God,” Liv laughed, “you’re gonna get arrested for public indecency.” “Let them try,” Bella purred, crossing her legs slowly, revealing the black lace lining her denim shorts. She felt alive. Her body ached for touch, her mind craved chaos. She wanted to lose herself in filthy pleasures, sweaty bodies, and meaningless orgasms.

On the table sat a stack of books. I frowned and pushed myself upright, dragging the chain as I reached for them. One by one, I flipped through the covers. They were all novels. Romance. Drama. Fiction. Why? The question echoed in my head, unanswered. None of it made sense. I had expected a dungeon. A cell. Something cold and empty. Not a house filled with food, a television, and books carefully left behind like a peace offering. It felt wrong. Almost cruel in a different way. Why wasn't he punishing me yet for killing his guard?

"Is it double cringe or is Riley just being oversensitive?" Lake considered this with the kind of serious attention most people reserved for life-or-death decisions. "I think it's contextually appropriate cringe," he said finally. "Which makes it effective storytelling even if it's uncomfortable to watch." "Thank you!" Ollie crowed triumphantly. "See, Lake gets it. You're just being a baby about secondhand embarrassment." "I'm not being a baby," Riley protested. "I just have standards for my entertainment." "Your standards are too high. That's why you never like anything."

The Book Club: Where Your Desires Come Alive. Corny as hell, but desperate times, right? The girl at the front desk asked if I wanted the VIP experience. I nodded without a second thought, eager to drown out the sting of rejection with something new. Maybe there’d be wine and sappy romance novels. Maybe I’d leave laughing at how ridiculous it all was. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I cough when it raises a puff of dust into the air on its way. “I gave you all the ones with more pictures,” Roger murmurs, closing his book and reaching for his next as well. “Wanted to make it easy on you.” My mouth drops open in a little outrage at his implication there but then I see the upturned corner of his lip. “Liar,” I say, smiling down at my book as I open the cover. The title page reads A Complete History of the Cults of the Dark God, 1862. “You just didn’t want to get your hands and clothes dusty touching all these old ones.” Passively, I gesture to my clothes – which are indeed covered in a light layer of grey library dust.

Kris said so cheerfully, but I was struggling to look down at the heavy thing as my eyes followed Bahm around the room. Llike an addict who craved to get that high from just peeking at him. Arghhhh!!!! How embarrassing! He caught me more than once today! "Bahm says you'll like it. Has lots of ancient dark spells!" Kris tussles my hair and kisses my cheeks. He also starts to chuckle as he walks away towards the open kitchen at the far end of the room. My heart raced, why would he want me to look at this dark spell book? He hates Dark Witches!

But, whether or not he was afraid of stressing me out because I was pregnant, I couldn't care less anymore. "Look, Kim. Almost everybody here thinks I am Jakara. Even if others keep their opinions to themselves, I can still feel the depths of their gaze." "Don't stress yourself. Just consider these people as paranoids." If only we weren't in the middle of a party, I would have argued with him. Since I have started to crack the glass, I might as well smash it into pieces. But Cris stood up and walked towards the center, putting off the fire of courage within me in facing the truth.

Inexplicably, I stared into his eyes and felt a little shaken. It was rare. It was not often that I got this feeling of what I called "awe". He said calmly, "What does this have to do with you?" I raised my eyebrows, vaguely thinking that he was really like Micah, who always liked to read alone, but he wouldn't dare to be so rude to me. Krish stood on tiptoe and tried to snatch this book back from him. After I raised my arm a little, Krish couldn't reach it at all. He grunted lightly, a little dissatisfied.