Rocky Goosebumps Novels & Stories

A disturbed hive. Around eleven, I have to get up to get a file from the cabinet behind her. I pass so close that the hem of my jacket brushes her arm. She freezes, breath held. The skin of her forearm breaks out in goosebumps. I see it. I see it, and a wave of dark, immediate satisfaction washes through me. I linger a second too long, breathing the air she has warmed. Then I step back, as if burned.

Goosebumps creep along my skin in real and his shirt drops down, right in between my legs. Crap!

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 stars. "This should help chase away the shivers.”

SIERRA I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the unsettling feeling crawling over my skin. It wasn’t just a shiver or a passing chill, it was deep, creeping, like invisible fingers trailing over my skin, sending goosebumps in their wake. My heart pounded against my ribs, and I swallowed hard, willing myself to push past it. My mates and the locals were staring at me, confusion written all over their faces. I didn’t blame them, I barely understood what was happening myself.

All you could hear was the persistent chirping of crickets, setting an uneasy soundtrack, and the occasional slow croak of frogs hidden somewhere near the lake. But there was something else... Howling. Not loud, not close, but strange. Almost hypnotic. The sound drifted in from afar, moving through the darkness in soft, eerie waves. And there was something about the tone of it that stirred my entire body. Goosebumps prickled across my skin, like invisible fingers brushing over my arms, my neck, my back. I tried to be logical, to tell myself they were just animals in the distance. But my instincts were screaming otherwise. This was something else. Something unknown, wild, maybe even dangerous

"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.

I jerked up, letting out a long loud gasp as if I had just answered a call from the void. I swear, if I dismissed it the first time, this time it was real. So real that the hair behind my neck stood erect. Goosebumps spread across my body like wildfire. My chest rose and fell as if I was short of breath after running a marathon. No. This was fucking real. And scary. Like it called me and wanted me to answer whether I wanted to or not. Unlike before, it was loud and clear. And also..there was something about this voice.

An icy skull carved into the curve of his neck. Goosebumps broke out across my skin, prickling down my arms, along my spine, under the silk of my costume. My breath stuttered. His steel-grey gaze lifted, locked on mine. And the world went very, very still.

A fire that comes from the hunger that’s been holding on for too long. Goosebumps rise on my skin, and my moans fill the space as James sneaks his way down my neck while he continues to rock me against his fast-hardening cock. I’m starting to think he’d rip through his pants with how big he’s growing against me by the second, and I’d orgasm from these touches alone with how hot my body is.

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