Booktok Is Cringe Novels & Stories

“Let’s crack open that one.” “Fine,” August says, handing the book over to me with a slight shudder. I open it, not enjoying the feel of the Human leather and the fact that it’s very close to animal leather. “Gods, I hope that’s in there. Because I can’t bring myself to look for more.”

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.

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“After one shirtless vision?” “He glowed,” I whispered. “So does fungus. That don’t make it mate material.” “Did you see those abs? I could use them to cut bread.” “Girl, I know you’re lonely, but let’s not go feral over abs and cheekbones.” “I’m not going feral. I’m going cautiously enchanted. There’s a difference.” “You drooled.” “I was hydrated.” But… The book flopped open on its own. Magic pulsed from the pages like a heartbeat.

“How long have you been standing there??” He blinks at me. “Since we walked in together?” Oh. I shuffle to the rows of books, hiding my embarrassment behind the endless of rows of books. The smell makes me nauseous. “I think my number one enemy are books.” I say, nose scrunched as I peer at the title spines. Nothing stands out. These books here might be as old as time. “Is this the Commoners section?” I ask them, feeling my brain cells actually coming back being away from Noah infested air.

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

I begin scanning titles desperately, hoping to find something useful. Maybe something like: How To Stop Embarrassing Yourself By Flirting With Straight Men. Or perhaps: Self-Control: Please, For The Love Of God. Nothing. Not even close. I feel deeply offended. There is absolutely a market for those books. I cannot possibly be the only person suffering from this very specific life crisis. Rachel drifts down the aisle behind me, pretending to browse

“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.

I say, hoping it helps. “We need to figure out which books to order. It’s pointless building it if it’s going to be empty,” Jax laughs. I nod in agreement, though most of her books seem to be pure smut based on the covers and her social media. I wouldn’t know for sure since I haven’t tried reading them.

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—"