Booktok Is Cringe Novels & Stories

While I was walking to my table, where I had left my bag, I used my hand to brush the dust off the book. The people around me glanced at me because of what had happened a while ago. I chose to ignore their stares and sat down in the chair, facing the wall next to the table. The moment I set the book down on the table, I felt an unexpected surge of interest well up inside of me. I opened the book and noticed that all of the pages were brown. This book seemed to have been written centuries ago. I gulped when I saw what was written on the first page of the book. I shivered when I read it in a low voice. "The Myth of Alpha's Rejection.”

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she said and lay back onto her bed. I sat on the other side, my feet hanging off the side of the king size bed. I glanced at Sienna and I saw that her top had ridden up slightly, so I was now seeing her toned and very flat stomach. Fuck me. "I take it you haven't read this book," I said as I held the book up in my hand. She chuckled. "It is called How To Not Be A Bitch. Rocco gave it to me. I personally think he needs it more than I do," she said.

"So no snooping in the bag." "I hate surprises," Cole groans and we go into the living room where Danielle is reading. "That's my book," Marcus says and Danielle holds her hand up as she finishes what she's reading. Marcus raises his eyebrows at the sass she's giving him. "I kept your place, don't worry," she says and shows him where his bookmark is. Marcus grumbles and lets her have the book. Marcus makes stir fry for tea while Cole and Danielle stalk hot guys on I*******m. I sit next to them with Minnie on my lap and give my input when they ask.

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

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.

Kara questions, cringing at it's pronounciation. "Yeah, anything wrong?"I responsively ask. "Nothing much,just never expected you being an alcohol intake" she responds, earning loud chuckles from me. "Never judge a book by its cover princess" I chuckle louder, earning scoffs from her. "Signifying you may likewise be an abductor beneath a gentleman's disguise right?" She smiles deviously. "No princess,not that" I hush. "But you literally mentioned never trust a book by it cover" she chuckles.

## Author's Note Hello everyone, I am incredibly grateful that you have taken the time to delve into my book “Caged by Him.” Your time and attention are invaluable, and I want to express my heartfelt thanks for allowing my story to be a part of your day. Writing this book has been a journey filled with passion, creativity, and a few challenges along the way, and I’m thrilled to share it with you.

"Like, recently died. And then was resurrected just to die again." "That's probably because it's bound in actual skin," Theo said cheerfully from across the table, not looking up from his own decrepit manuscript. "See the texture? Definitely skin." I dropped the book with a yelp. "You could have led with that information!" "Where's the fun in that?" His grin was absolutely unrepentant. "I hate you," I muttered, using a pencil to nudge the book away like it might bite me. "No you don't." Theo's eyes sparkled with mischief. "You think I'm charming and roguishly handsome."

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?