Cringe Worthy Book Novels & Stories

I walked ahead, while Ethan trailed behind me, moving like a shadow of himself. Before long, we arrived at the heart of the pack. Every werewolf who saw me instinctively stepped aside, their eyes filled with awe and fear. My destination was clear—the house that should have been mine. At that moment, the place was surrounded by members of the Council of Elders. From inside, Chloe's piercing screams rang out without pause. I pushed the door open and saw her curled on the bed, her skin wrinkled and mottled. Her once-beautiful face was now twisted into something grotesque and terrifying.

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.

For the first time, she experienced how wonderful it feels to have someone called the apple of the eye. She was in the library then, researching for her report. Coincidentally, the book she needed was on the higher part of the shelf and she could not reach it. But because of her shy nature, she still tried to reach the book by squatting. She was surprised when suddenly a tall, dark-skinned man approached her and handed her the book.

Rhaena’s POV Jake stood over me with that same crooked smile he used to wear when he thought he had already won an argument. The room smelled like dust and old smoke. The chair creaked every time I tried to move. My wrists burned. My head still throbbed where he had hit me. The gag hung loose around my neck now, and the corners of my mouth felt raw. “I’m going to be a really wealthy man soon enough,” he said, arrogant, almost cheerful. He said it like we were talking about a promotion. Like this was a plan that made him smart instead of sick.

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.

It is a book without a title but there is a mark on it, a wany crescent, the Cravens mark. I quickly opened it and I realized that the book is not really my thing. But I have to do this and among the books in front of me, this book is calling me. Calling eh? Crazy. I didn't understand the first page but I think it was the names of the Cravens and I became sure when I saw Aziel Craven's name was written at the last part and above his name Zipporah Craven was written. So , she's really a Craven, I smiled. The elder used to say that you cannot approach a Cravens for they are horrible and terrible, they hate werewolves as much as humans for they are weak and humans cannot protect themselves from

“You bumped into him. You thought he was weak and wanted to flex your dumb pheromones, which smells horrible by the way." He chuckled. "Congratulations to you. Still not getting money out of us." The alpha sneered. “You think I’m scared of people like you?" "Some loud omega?" Marcus tilted his head. “Maybe. Though I know you’re embarrassed that someone called your scam out in public.” There were a few curious glances now from the customers in other aisles. The whispers and pointing were increasing and the alpha's scent grew sharper. “You should learn your place, you slut,” he growled.

Steven declared, and I could see the pained expression on Jessica's face. Is there something I'm missing here? "Whatever!" I scoffed at them, rolling my eyes, and they all burst into laughter, including Brandon. They're a bunch of jerks. I turned my head, surveying the surroundings and appreciating the beautiful decorations. Surprisingly, a smile slowly formed at the corner of my mouth. As I admired the scenery, my gaze suddenly landed on Nancy, Fred's younger sister, who was standing in a corner. My frown deepened as I watched her pour some kind of powder, possibly a drug or poison, into a glass of drink.

Lucas and his brother Trent had always been human. But they understood exactly how much the werewolves valued their inner beasts, the primal, sacred part of themselves that made them more than men. Without it, they were nothing more than hollow shells., they were empty and weak. Almost like the walking corpses in those old horror movies, like Night of the Living Dead, alive, but empty. That was the fate Lucas had planned for them. Not a quick death, no he wanted them to suffer, suffer like he had suffered, when they slaughtered his family.

Kyra is his obsession, his punishment, and his prey. Steven Blackwood doesn’t love he dominates, he torments, he claims. Resistance brings pain; surrender brings chaos. Trapped in his mansion, surrounded by fear, jealousy, and the shadowed eyes of those who serve him, she must navigate a world where innocence is weakness and temptation is unavoidable. Every moment in his grasp threatens to break her, and survival is not escape, it is submission to a man who bends desire and fear into a power only he understands. In the hands of a devil who refuses to be denied, she may lose everything…even herself.