Booktok Hooks Novels & Stories

Only if their daughter had joined them. _____ (Thoughts) Not all the endings are happy, but are not sad either. Apparently, I wanted to show the three phases. One, when the mother dies giving the birth to a baby, two, when both are alive and the last, if the mother is saved but not the child. Although reactions vary from person to person and I only showed what I perceive. So that's the ending of HOOKED! This story did not had a cold arrogant and rude billionaire but a hot handsome, sweet and understanding lead. Someone who makes the heart flutter and cheeks blush, rather than just sending shivers down the spine.

She glanced back down at the leather-bound book resting on the floorboards beside her. The empty pages seemed to stare up at her, daring her to turn them. With a trembling hand, she picked it up again, the leather warm against her palm. She knew she should get up, should finish unpacking, should do something practical, anything to distract herself from the throbbing between her legs. But she couldn't. She was hooked. The anonymous writer had become a guide, a seductress whispering secrets into her ear, and Pinky was a willing student, desperate to learn every lesson.

It became a Grappling Hook of Red Ink. "I'm a 'Logic Error,' remember?" Papa lunged forward, throwing the hook. "And errors don't follow the plot!" The red ink hook slammed into the obsidian surface. Instead of breaking the glass, it hooked into the Gridlines beneath. Papa began to pull, his muscles bulging as he literally tried to drag the "Author's Office" up to the surface. Mama didn't join the attack. She knelt on the dissolving shore, her hands pressed into the sand that was turning into letters.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Books and stories were her life, not boys and shopping, and she liked it fine that way. Of course, if she hadn’t loved books so much, maybe she wouldn’t have peeked into that big, black leather-bound book her cousin Heather had left behind after her annual summer visit last year. Then she never would’ve snuck that book into her room and perused its parchment-like pages in hushed anticipation, and never would’ve flipped to the page with that drawing of a majestic-looking half-man, half-seahorse or mumbled the strange-sounding words printed beneath it. And then, Bob wouldn’t have shown up in her bathroom sink two days later, and he wouldn’t have embarrassed her in front of Adam Stillman today.

was currently dissolving. "I was already there," he lied. I knew he was lying. Nobody goes to that part of town just to hang out in a storm. "Just take it, Eli. It’s getting wet." Every instinct in my body was screaming at me. *Don't take it. It's a hook. He’s reeling you in. Remember what Petra said.* My brain was telling me to walk away, to let him stand there with his plastic-wrapped offering. But my hands had a mind of their own. I reached out and took the book. Our fingers brushed for a split second, and even through the cold rain, his skin felt like a live wire. I pulled back instantly, clutching the book to my chest.

But relaxation wasn't what I had in mind. I stood up and walked over to the bookshelf, running my fingers along the spines of the books until I found what I was looking for. The worn leather-bound volume felt heavy in my hands as I carried it over to the coffee table and opened it to the marked page. The intricate illustrations of whips, chains, and other BDSM paraphernalia made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

I take the iron tongs by the side, pluck one ripe and glowing coal, and hold it up to her face for her to see- for her to feel the heat too “Do you feel this heat?” I ask, bringing it closer to her cheek. I love the shimmer dances against her skin. It builds casts on them. She jerks her head away, sobbing. “ There is a tradition, called the Hooking Moon truth tradition of old. It is one where fire is used to bring out the truth. I don’t have the necessary equipment and spiritual power for this ritual, but I have coal. Fire will burn the truth out of you, doctor”

My finger grabs the hook in her pussy, pulling it up slightly her screams are loud even through the gag. “See, the hooks would be holding you in the air kitten, these hooks in your pretty pussy and arse.” I let go, her body falling back down, once again her body held up by the restraints around her wrists. Her body relaxing, my finger playing with the hook, her body tensing ready, expecting me to pull it up, pulling her body with it, but I don’t.

I had always wished to get into his library, but he was always around to monitor my every move if I insisted that I wanted to use the library. Furthermore, I walked slowly as I pushed the door a little and got in as I smiled at the beautiful books which were carefully placed, just as my hands swayed through the books. Something caught my attention. It was a small hook that was hidden inside another book. It wasn't easily discovered except if the person was really observant. I looked closely again, staring at the book, as if I thought I wasn't deceived by my eyes. I raised my hands slowly and reached out for the book that was kept on the right-hand part of the shelf.