Shiver Book Novels & Stories

Now he was fully invested in the conversation. "I'm really not interested in hearing what you have to say." Pause. "Please don't make it any more difficult than it already is. Promise me you will move on and allow me to find myself." Pause. "Yeah, well, I have a job to go to. Bye." Well. Well. Well. Trouble in paradise. Dante remembered the familiar name, and it struck him that he, in fact, knew who she was talking to. If she was crying that much, it was something unpleasant that occurred. Not that Dante hadn't seen her cry. Every so often, he was the reason she cried, and it pleased him then. Now, it irritated him. Or, safe to say, it annoyed Shiver.

“You would tell me if something was wrong.” “Yes,” she whispered. “I would.” But when he left, her body trembled with the lie. ⸻ By evening, she returned to the library. She couldn’t help it. The forbidden book drew her like a tide she couldn’t resist. As she slipped inside, the room greeted her with stillness, as if it knew her steps. She opened the book again, the ink gleaming faintly in the candlelight. The words swirled before her eyes, forming shapes she somehow understood without learning. Her lips moved, whispering fragments. The shadows along the walls quivered, then curled toward her like vines seeking warmth.

The shard reacted, glowing brighter, casting erratic shadows against the stone walls. “This isn’t just a relic,” I said, my voice low, intense. “It’s a key.” Vera didn’t flinch, but I saw the spark in her eyes. The realization hit her too. She reached out, and her hand hovered just above the surface of the pedestal, her fingers trembling slightly. Suddenly, a growl filled the air—a low, rumbling sound that made the ground beneath us vibrate. My eyes darted to the shadows, searching for the source.

she whispered. Her voice was soft, yet shivers ran through me. First I felt her fingers on my chest, gliding slowly over it. No sound came but the rustle of water, yet my skin responded: a fine shiver raced across me. With her palm she traced from my collarbone across the hard lines of muscle downward. I drew a deeper breath, but didn’t move. I only watched her.

The Price of Defiance I made it to my bedroom before my legs gave out. My hands shook as I locked the door, pressing my back against the wood. The bravado drained from my body like water through a sieve, leaving behind the trembling, terrified girl I actually was. What had I done? Downstairs, voices erupted—my father's rage, my mother's tears, Victoria Ashford's cutting accusations. And beneath it all, Richard's voice, calm and controlled, like a predator deciding whether to pounce now or wait.

“But it still shakes me.” “That means you’re human.” He kissed the top of my head. “And still healing.” Later that night, I sat at my desk and opened a blank page. I began typing the first words of what would become my book. Title: The Anatomy of Betrayal By Dr. Elena Hart “This isn’t a story about revenge. It’s a story about what happens when the lies dissolve, and all that remains is the truth—raw, unspeakable, and liberating.”

A whisper of a beginning. A story worth rewriting.

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

The cardigan on her shoulders and the boots on her feet were both from my card. "Did you wonder whether my mother would be nervous?" Lila pouted. "Your mom looks tough. Bianca's mom doesn't." The doorbell rang before I could answer. The housekeeper opened the door, and Bianca Voss walked in with three white suitcases, a champagne-colored travel suit, diamond studs, and a sweet smile that somehow made the whole room shift toward her. "Ethan, am I too early?" Ethan went straight to her luggage. Lila rushed over and hugged her. "You're finally back! If you hadn't left back then, you would've been the bride."