Goosebumps Novels & Stories

It grew stronger and vibrate violently within me. But yet I couldn't move. I stood still like a doll. Breathing becomes more frequent. I agree that the situation is gaining more dangerous propulsion. He looks at me strangely. He looks at the goosebumps that were all over my skin. It feels as if he is touching me with his eyes.

Abigail. The sound of it struck him like a shard of ice driven straight into his chest. He felt it first in the pit of his stomach—a hollow, sinking sensation that spread outward, pulling the air from his lungs. Then the cold came, a sharp, biting chill that prickled his skin and made the fine hairs on his arms stand on end. Goosebumps erupted along his forearms, his neck, even down his spine, as if the name itself had summoned a ghost into the room.

The hairs bent downward, then snapped back, brushing against his fingertips, creating a vibration that she could feel but not hear. A layer of goosebumps appeared on the back of her neck. The sensation spread from her neck to her shoulders, along her collarbones to her chest, creating a dense pattern of raised spots right over her sternum. The wire bra cups tightened as the goosebumps contracted, and the metal edges dug into the lower edge of her ribs with each breath.

My voice, though intended to be firm, wavered slightly, betraying the goosebumps erupting across my skin. He swiveled in his seat, reaching with an effort into the back. A faint grimace flickered across his face, perhaps from the awkward contortion, before he straightened up, holding a thick, woolen sweater aloft. "Here," he said, his voice gruff but laced with concern. The coarse knit sent a shiver of anticipation through me, promising warmth to replace the gnawing chill that had seized my body. "You can slip out of yours," he said gently, his eyes flickering to my arms, goosebumps erupting like a constellation of tiny, cold st

The goose bumps grew even fatter on Emily’s flesh, minus the cold wind, it was Jackson’s lips on hers in front of paparazzi. It was the electric buzz that coursed through her veins, setting her alight because the wrongness of it was enthralling. The mix of guilt and pleasure stirred in her stomach, she wanted to be drunk off it

It irritated me. " Yes you do," he points out, taking a step forward until his boots brush my toes. I have not breathed yet. Goosebumps rise on my skin like tiny hives. I am deafly allergic to his words, my breathing haste. I bit my tongue when his heated eyes caressed my face as if he was trying to imprint my image in his head.

It still doesn't count as enough price for tricking me into coming over but let's say he paid off the interest I lock the door to my room and slump into bed "Finally I get to be alone after a six hour drive" I throw my backpack on the floor, and remove my sneakers, I lay in bed for a while then I get this feeling. The feeling of my skin crawling , I look to my arm and I see goosebumps.

Luna blinked and turned her head toward the direction of his voice. Slowly, she placed her bare feet on the cold floor. A sharp chill pierced her soles, traveling upward, leaving a trail of goosebumps along her skin. The cold seemed to seep into her very bones, heightening her vulnerability.

I am trying and trying and trying but failing miserably. Suddenly I felt a hand coming in contact with my bare back. Goose bumps erupted on my skin. My back to his front because of the roughness of the hands I assume it's a male. My mind went straight in frenzy before I could scream his palm captured my mouth muffling my screams. Dread filled my body and I continued to scream.

Was I about to be used for a ceremonial ritual? My skin prickled, not just from pain but from something else, a crawling coldness. Not the usual kind that kisses you and makes you shiver for a second. No, this one hugged me in places I didn’t expect. Goosebumps bloomed where there should have been fabric. My arms, my chest, even lower— God.