Shaken Book Novels & Stories

The two seconds it took for Bennett to complete his shift stretched on for what felt like an eternity, I could hear his bones cracking and could see them distorting over his skin at awkward angles. Midnight black fur erupting over his tan skin as if it were burning it away. He was beautiful. I was ashamed to admit that I was a little awe struck being this close to his wolf, to any wolf really. Those who hadn’t yet completed their first shift were kept away from the wolves as we couldn’t communicate yet through the pack link, and wolves were very volatile once provoked, but I couldn’t stop myself, I reached for him. His fur was jet black but in the dim lights of the apartment, it almost looke

Where could it be? Like he's mocking me, Sebastian lets out a snore. I pause, forcing myself to take a breath. I hadn't realized my hands are shaking and I'm sweating slightly. I need to think. Need to slow down and take my time. I move back to his desk, flipping through the loose pages. The one I'd seen before is gone. I glance up at the prince, wondering if he destroyed it. Did he know I'd seen it when I ran off earlier? I sit in the desk chair.

In the simplest of words, home is where you find the meaning that helps define you—who you are, and who you hope to be. I found mine at sixteen. Not in a place, or a person, but in books - thanks to Ashley. She practically forced a book into my hands, claiming it was her holy grail. I didn’t love the ending at first. But when I heard a sequel was coming, I read it the moment it released. Seeing the MMC'S perspective changed everything. I realized the first book ended the way it had to.

Completely unguarded. And that, more than anything else, unsettled him. Because he could feel it. In his chest. That deadly spark again. He scanned the cover, thumb following the title, then back at her. "Why this one?" "It's a book about sadness," she told him quietly. "But not the kind that cries out. The kind that settles into the space between us." Some dark, wordless flicker showed behind his eyes. He nodded once, palming the book into his coat pocket as if it was evidence in a case he wasn't ready to break yet.

she snapped her fingers dramatically. “You’re already a problem, Lola. Just not the academic kind.” She flipped her braids like a diva. “Exactly. Balance is the key.” The fan above us groaned as it turned slowly, like it too was tired of this routine. I let my eyes scan the room. Desks were scattered with wrappers and books half-unpacked. Chalk dust floated through slanted sunlight. Everything looked familiar and slightly drained. Like we were all waiting for the real term to begin.

Forced a smile that felt like it cracked something inside her. “Thanks,” she murmured, quieter now. Brielle slipped into a stall, and Celia took the moment to breathe. Deeply. Count to five. Swallow the rising dread crawling up her throat. She looked down at her hands—they still shook. Not violently. Just enough to feel like they weren’t hers. When Brielle emerged, she went to wash her hands. Celia had already pulled herself together, her hair fluffed back into soft curls, her mouth repainted into that perfect, glossy smile.

That had been fine. Until the day it wasn’t. One afternoon, Gabriella returned home to find her little sister giggling with a group of friends in her bedroom. The moment she stepped inside, her heart had stopped. The pages of her favorite book—her most treasured possession—were scattered across the floor, torn apart, mutilated. Some of the pages had been folded into crude princess fans, others trampled under tiny feet. The sight had been unbearable. Tears welled up in her eyes. Her lips trembled. “Why?” she whispered, her voice barely audible.

"And bring me that book on the side please." Greyson raised the leather book with a look of doubt. "Why on earth do you want me to bring you this stupid book about fairytales, sugar?" "Because I asked you too," Indianna said. "Come on. Bring it here." Greyson sighed and sat down next to Indianna, dropping the book on the bed. "You got me all excited to come to our bedroom only to put a children's book in between us? Sugar, you're killing me."

Vanessa said, laughing in disbelief. Alex's eyes widened in shock. "What!? You must've been so pissed." Vanessa chuckled. "I was quite pissed. I threw my milkshake right at his damn face." Alex burst out laughing. "Are you kidding?" He imagined the scene, wishing he could throw a punch at Lucas' face. As they continued talking, Alex found himself captivated by Vanessa's lips. He was mesmerized by their plumpness and smallness, unable to take his eyes off them. He pretended to listen, contributing comments occasionally, but his attention was drawn to her lips.

I pushed harder, stretching my awareness as far as it could go. Nothing. There was nothing. No artificial interference of any kind. The fog was not being generated by machines. The vehicles had not been disabled by any device I could detect. This was something else entirely. Something beyond my expertise. Kael's voice broke through my thoughts. "This woman is crazy. We are not playing her games. We are leaving this place without dealing with this bullshit." The ground began to shake. A low rumble built beneath our feet, growing louder and more intense with each passing second. Then the growling started. Deep, guttural sounds coming from every direction, surrounding us, closing in.