Cold Sweat Book Novels & Stories

Blushing she nodded to him. "Ren, I will speak with them for a bit." Melinda came out of her thoughts. She was mostly keeping the Nightmare Manual in check. it was way overstimulated the last few days. Ren warned her of the power involved but she didn't think it would be like this. She had no need for resources really as every fear and bad thought caused her to draw Ion energy faster.

The seduction bloomed unintentional: humidity making my skin glow, his drunk haze blurring lines, our the steam. He leaned in, nose grazing my hair, inhaling deep. "You smell... fuck, so good." Words accidental, but they ignited. I turned my head, lips brushing his jaw soft, unintended. His hand settled on my waist, fingers splaying over the bare skin where tank met shorts, burning through me. "Jax... we can't. Mia..." But my body arched subtle, traitorous, the ache between my thighs growing insistent. He groaned low, forehead pressing to mine, shifting his hips and there it was, the hard length in his shorts pressing against my hip, thick and unyielding.

I wake to cold seeping into my bones—the kind of cold that has nothing to do with temperature and everything to do with something being fundamentally wrong inside my body. My muscles refuse to cooperate when I try to sit up. Sweat drips down my forehead despite the chill wracking through me, splashing onto my trembling hands. I stare at my palms—slick, glistening, and confusion crashes through my foggy mind. Why am I sweating when I'm freezing? I manage to push myself halfway up before my arms give out. I collapse back against the cave floor with a soundless gasp.

The title sent shivers through me: 'Dark Powers, Secrets of the Werewolves'. I opened the book, and a strange glow emanated from the pages. I felt a sudden jolt, like a surge of electricity had passed through me. The room began to spin, and I fell to the ground, the book slipping from my grasp. As I struggled to get up, I heard the old woman's voice, urgent and worried. 'Ryker! Ryker, what's wrong?' She rushed into the room, her eyes scanning me frantically. Then her gaze fell upon the book, and her expression changed to one of alarm. 'Oh, no. You shouldn't have touched that.'

"Get your heads in the game! If I see one more lazy pass, you can all spend the rest of the week running laps until you puke!" Sloane’s voice echoed through the Chicago Storm locker room like a gunshot. She paced the length of the tiled floor, her footsteps heavy and uneven. Every time she shifted her weight, she felt a sharp, lingering ache between her thighs. The memory of the concrete floor and Tatum’s rough fingers flashed through her mind, making her core tighten. She was still sore, her pussy feeling swollen and sensitive from the intensity of their encounter in the tunnel. The physical reminder of Tatum’s dominance was driving her into a frenzy of irritation.

Her psalm had started sweating. “You are sweating. Is everything okay?” Sedona asked worriedly. Serena managed to offer a nervous smile. She shook her head and said, “Ah, no just. I was wondering what would happen if the book fell into the wrong hands.” The lie came out smooth and easy. Even though the older woman’s kohl-rimmed eyes narrowed she let it slide. “Ah, if it fell into the wrong hands and if their intentions aren’t good then it might be a problem,” Sedona replied thoughtfully.

The best thing I am doing is to keep myself in the room. The moment I opened my book I felt something-Heat. I usually remain cold but I never felt this warmness as if it was erupting from my chest. I placed my palm against my chest to feel my heart pumping erratically. I removed my shoes as I felt sweat trickling my toes. Closing the book I turned around to glance at the door of my room. There was something out there or someone as I could see the shadow beneath the door. I gathered my gown as I was still in my white colored sleeping gown. I moved towards the door when my breath hitched. The door was opening.

I pull back with a gasp, but no one else seems to notice the golden glow that is beginning to permeate through the book. I look up at the men. “Do you see that?” I whisper as the words begin to shift, and the writing begins to change. They all shake their heads and gaze down at the book intently. Creighton looks back at me in question. “What do you see?” I shake my head as I try to form words. I’m sure I look like a gaping fish. “I…I…the book is glowing, and the words are changing into…” I have to stop because my body begins to get cold, and my vision begins to dim. The glow intensifies and spills out of the book, moving like dribbling water in my direction. I try to back away, but it’s like

She said. "mmmm... Can I see the book? I mean if you want." The prince wanted to see the book. But Chenyin was scared to hand it over. "I promised to master that I- - -" "I won't open it. I will just want to touch it." He said. Chenyin gave the book to the Prince. The book was brown. It had a beautiful design on it. And it has also a lock on it. "Hey it has a lock on it. Did you notice?" He asked.

“You’re being paranoid. Or maybe you’re just not attracted to me anymore. Which is it?” I opened my mouth, but how could I explain it? The sensation wasn’t fear exactly. It was warmer. Deeper. Like invisible fingers trailing down my spine, teasing the sensitive spot just above my ass. My clit gave a faint, traitorous throb. I pressed my thighs together, mortified. “Stan, please. I’m not crazy. It’s this new book I got today. Something about it—”