Give Yourself Goosebumps Books Novels & Stories

he whispered into my ear that cause goosebumps to arise. Making a move to elbow him in the stomach with my left but Lazarus was too quick to snatch it. My cheeks flushed in embarrassment as I struggled to get loose. His thumb softly brushed the inside of my wrist, a tingling sensation tantalizing my entire body when he used our joint hand and traced along the curve of my collarbone, heated breath dancing along my neck and driving my wild.

I felt goosebumps crawl my skin as I imagined a stranger in the shadows watching my every move. As I moved further into the library, Nima stayed on full alert because we were curious now. Try as we may, we did not feel a human presence. Digging deeper, I try to tap into my powers as I continue to look around. I moved books around, stacked tables against each other, looked under the tables and went as far as climbing one of the tables to get a better look at the far ends of the large space. I climbed down, stuck in a spot, as I tried to come up with plausible explanations.

"You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost." I try to smile, but my lips barely move, frozen like the rest of me. I nod too quickly, too mechanically, wrapping my arms around myself as a sudden chill spreads through my body, raising goosebumps across my skin. My heart thunders against my ribcage, threatening to break free.

There were goose bumps all over my body. “Please” his eyes, a pair of glistening fire of its own. I crawled into the tight space, trying my best to avoid touching him. Once I was wholly inside he let go of the hem, it crammed me against him instantly. He was so warm, I put my arms around him, drawn towards the heat. I placed my forehead on his color bone and sighed heavily, as if on cue the fire died, letting the darkness embrace the night. His quick-warm breath enclosed me, ceasing my shivering.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

I climbed slowly, careful not to slip a foot. I finally reached the bottom part after a few minutes of praying while climbing down. My hands and feet were shaking as I stepped on the ground. When I looked ahead, there was only one torch lighting the tunnel. I walked limply towards it while I held on to the wall to support myself. I wondered why they only lit one when they knew I’m coming. My heartbeat started to become unsteady. I suddenly feel a cold air around me. Why am I having goosebumps? I took the torch from the handle. It slipped through my hands when I suddenly saw a scary man who had brazen fangs and blood red eyes.

The last guy I dated had sweaty palms and the guy before that had slobbered all over my face when he kissed me. No, Brandt is the first to make me feel like I want to know what his hands will feel like on my skin; the sensitive areas that make the goosebumps rise on my arms. I love the feel of his mouth on my neck. I get the term "hot and bothered" now. I feel that way whenever I think of him. My panties are damp even now, but I didn't even know that was a thing. I had never touched myself before but I wanted to now. I wanted to slide my finger through those juices inside me and more, I wanted Brandt to do it. My nipples got hard, which I also didn't know signalled arousal, until it happened

she said softly. I felt a warmth spread through my chest as I sat down on the vacant chairs in the library. I knew that even though the books I had been searching for were gone, there were still so many stories waiting to be told. I looked down at the book on the table, feeling a sense of connection to it, it seemed mysterious and unknown. I felt a shiver run down my spine as I ran my fingers over the embossed title: Nightstalkers; Hunting the Creatures of the Night.

The voice feels like it’s burrowed into my skull, haunting and familiar in a way that makes my stomach churn. My gaze falls on the book Zoe gave me, sitting neatly on my bed. Its worn cover seems to mock me, daring me to pick it up. The image of the white wolf flashes in my mind again—ethereal, majestic. My stomach twists. “I’m just human,” I whisper to the empty room, my voice shaky and desperate. “I can’t—this doesn’t make any sense.” But the book is like a magnet, pulling me closer until I finally give in and snatch it up. I sink onto the edge of the bed, the weight of the book pressing down on my lap like a promise I’m not sure I’m ready to keep.

He could sense every emotion rippling through me, every tremor of confusion and longing that I wasn’t sure how to handle. My skin tingled under my own touch, goosebumps rising as I caressed my arm, reliving the intensity of that moment. It was unsettling how much I had craved it, how deeply it had affected me. I felt like a drug addict in the struggle of withdrawal, every pore alive with sensation while my mind struggled to regain control.