Novel & Cerita Shiver Book

My heart skipped. I moved closer, scanning the titles until one name leapt out at me like a struck nerve. Dead Viles… The moment I read it, my stomach twisted to nausea. I pulled the text free and opened it, my fingers trembling despite myself. Unlike Lunareeth, this book was filled with dense writing, diagrams etched in faded ink, and warning seals pressed into the margins. Dead Viles. A deadly, ancient poison. I started reading about it, and the more I read, the more my heart shuddered with a cold chill…

He didn’t move, didn’t blink, and for a moment, I thought maybe it was nothing. Maybe we were safe. And then I saw the flicker of movement. A shadow darted between the ruins, barely more than a blur, but it was enough to set my heart racing.

I needed to get out of here, but my body refused to listen to me. I heard the bushes move, and I started to shiver. I could see the person’s shadow moving slowly towards me. I stood rooted in place and cursed myself in my mind. Why couldn’t I move? Damn it I needed to run. “Don’t be afraid, little one.” A soft voice echoed from his lips as he made his way into view. “I promise I’m not going to hurt you, little human.” The air I was holding in my lungs finally escaped, only to be replaced with uneven and ragged breaths.

Knees weak, breath short, pussy squeezing my fingers like it was mad it wasn’t getting the real thing. I ain’t look away. Ain’t stop. Just stood in the shadows fingering myself stupid to their nasty show, heat building till I felt like I’d blow. This wasn’t watching no more. This was me taking what the fuck I wanted, the pleasure, power, zero shame. Every drop.

Andrew suddenly sat up and gasped for air as if a massive weight had pressed down on his chest, making it hard for him to breathe. He hurried downstairs and ran out of the villa. Being surrounded by everything that reminded him of me was like pouring salt into his wounds. He could hardly bear the pain. Andrew sat at the door, his gaze vacant, as if his soul had been lost. … Meanwhile, thousands of miles away, I was enjoying the rare beauty of the ice plains. I looked up at the mountain peak in the distance, where golden sunlight pierced through thick clouds, casting a soft glow on the snow-covered summit.

Every shiver a reminder of what just happened. And somehow... I wanted more.

[This chapter contains mature content‼️, please skip if you are uncomfortable reading it.] Lucas Hayes pushed her towards his bedroom with so much urgency. He pushed her towards the wall as his hands grabbed her boobs. He was too rough in his actions. Elaina Moore was mourning loudly from the pleasure she was receiving. He pushed her on the big bed and then tore her dress into shreds.

The whip hits my arse again, and my body jumps from the feeling. His hand grasps and pulls my hair, my head falling back. The whip hits harder, my body pulling on the restraints as I moan. The feel of the pinwheel digging into my skin, rolling down my back, each turn it digs in more, the whip hitting my arse again as the pinwheel reaches the base of my spine. The pinwheel moves digging into my chest, and running down my body, again each turn it digs in more.

My heart is beating so fast, it is like a hummingbird in my chest. He growls as the whip swings down, and I scream from the shock, enjoying the pain but waiting for more. As the whip swings down again, I hear the sound of the air around it. I scream as it hits, leaving a sting, not enough to make me want him to stop, but it hurts slightly.

I pressed my palms flat against my sternum, closed my eyes, and whispered to myself, “Breathe. Pull it down.“ The first shiver was always the worst. It was the part where my sorcery met my flesh and scolded it for daring to stay warm. Mentally, I coaxed the chill up from my bones and let it bleed through skin, dulling every ache and every bright cut of feeling that wanted to dig me out from the inside. It was a poor imitation of relief, but it was mine. My wolf growled once again pushing through to my body to stay warm. I welcomed the small shifting in my bones. “You are punishing us.“