Goosebumps Novels & Stories

Goosebumps are forming on my bare arms and legs, and my breathing becomes labored. “Liam, is that you?” I whisper into the darkness. The only answer I get in return is an uncomfortable silence.

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.

But that was all I felt. He seemed nice. But I didn’t feel anything else. No spark. No butterflies. Just… politeness. Still, I let myself enjoy the moment. It felt nice to laugh, even if just for a second. Then Finn reached out and lightly touched my arm. It was a simple gesture. Just his fingertips brushing against my skin near my elbow while he told a joke. Probably innocent. Probably nothing. But the second his hand touched me, my skin reacted. Goosebumps spread over my arms. I felt it like a jolt. Not in a good way. Like my body was alerting me—warning me that something had shifted.

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.

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.

ADY ‘Aah, geez, I have goosebumps...’ I felt a cool breeze on my back and absentmindedly scratched my neck. I suddenly felt a tingling sensation in my hair, causing me to quickly turn around in search of what was causing it. The air conditioner sprang to life as soon as we entered the room. It’s interesting to note how impeccably tidy and well-arranged that room is, giving the impression that it belongs to someone with a meticulous personality.