Shiver 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

The warehouse was dim, shadows stretching across the high walls as the low hum of voices filled the air. Enzo walked just a few paces ahead of Sienna, his hand hovering protectively at her back as they wove through his men, heading for the makeshift meeting area. Sienna was acutely aware of his closeness, his scent, his touch—every nerve in her body on high alert. And every time he looked back at her, a thrill shot through her, like she was standing on the edge of something exhilaratingly dangerous.

Chapter 97 – The Book She Wrote The house was quiet again, but this time it was the kind of quiet that hummed with purpose. The kind of quiet that filled the room with possibilities rather than emptiness. I sat at my desk, pen in hand, notebook open, staring at the blank page for a long time before writing the first words. “Shattered Vows,” I whispered to myself. The title alone made my chest tighten, a reminder of everything I had lived through—the love, the lies, the heartbreak, the forgiveness, and the slow, painstaking rebuilding of myself.

A shiver ran through me—not from fear, but from something far more dangerous. The tension crackled, thick as a storm waiting to break. "You're playing a dangerous game, princess," he murmured, his voice low, rough, filled with something wicked. I let out a breathy laugh. "And you're pretending you don't love it." Liam inhaled sharply, his fingers digging into my waist. His self-control was slipping, and I knew it. I rolled my hips against him, just a slow, teasing grind, feeling the hard outline of his body responding to me. He inhaled through his nose, his fingers flexing against my waist like he was deciding whether to push me away or pull me closer.

After the war between humans and shifters, an alliance was formed to keep the peace. The price? Daughters of the human nobility had to choose a shifter as their mate. The first half-blood born from this union would become the new ruler, ensuring that peace would last. As the eldest daughter of the Morrison family, I was the first to be chosen. But right after I chose the wolf Alpha, Calvin, I saw a vision on our engagement day. Because I failed to conceive after six months, Calvin locked me in a cage, determined to use me as a vessel for his pure bloodline. After I finally gave birth to the prophesied hybrid, my sister, Trina, appeared, claiming she wanted to take care of me. But the truth

way she thought she might have come from and started walking. She began running through the dark, eerie forest wanting nothing more than to escape. All of a sudden she’s falling through chilly air. She plummet into the frigid depths of some form of water. She kick struggling against the frigid, clutching grip of what she finally realized was a river. She broke the surface coming back into the chilly air and took a sharp breath. Shirley sat at the bank of the river, with water dripping from her hair and body. Her body shivered harshly as the cold wind came out of nowhere. She let out a heavy breath and there was a trace of vapor in it. She folded her arms firmly and bowed; and let out a whi

"It's driving me crazy!" Ambrose felt a nerve would burst in his head with how all of this was getting on his nerves. These witches went on and on about how this cursed book was impenetrable bla bla bla and now they were on a new track. "Ah..." Valerie shrieked in shock as something knocked the book out of her hands. 'PAK!' 'SWISH!' His demon shadow lifted the book up and thousands of tendrils pierced the Book of Oath. 'SWISH!' 'SHING!' 'CLACK!'

She gestured back to the book which was on the table behind her. "Who…. Or what are you?" Shira summoned up all the courage she could muster. "I am but a mere presence of the book, here to help you." She replied, in a cold cocky voice. "Think of me as a guide to the book." "Okay…" Shira gulped down hard, and took a short step forward, staring vigorously at the mysterious woman. Every fiber in her body told her she couldn't trust the woman but she ignored them all. "Can you help me read the book?"

I gasp, moaning, pressing back, shivering, trembling, desperate, lost, dripping, shivering violently, undone. I shiver violently, groaning, grinding, curling fingers, dragging, rolling, pressing, chasing the fire in my core, shivering violently, desperate, moaning, trembling, lost. I cry out, high and ragged, nails digging into the mattress, body trembling, writhing, desperate, lost, soaked, completely undone.

Shivers raced down her spine, her body quaking and trembling beneath me, pressing into my mouth and fingers as I drove deeper and faster. "Oh... god... Caesar... yes... harder..." She whimpered, hips rocking frantically, desperate for the exquisite torment I delivered. I didn't relent. My fingers thrust and withdrew with relentless speed, curling and flexing inside her, pressing into the spot that made her tremble uncontrollably. My tongue flicked and swirled over her clit, syncing perfectly with my fingers as I pushed her higher, every motion designed to draw ragged gasps and helpless moans from her lips.