Shiver Book Summary Novels & Stories

Hated the silence, the dust, the way the shadows seemed to shift and crawl just out of sight. But more than that, I hated how much I relied on him.

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the voice continued, and a shiver ran down my spine as I realized that it was emanating from the large, old book laid out on the table before us. As Aunt Agatha guided me to a chair and seated me, my eyes were drawn to the book, its pages glowing with a deep purple hue that seemed to pulse with otherworldly energy. As my fingertips brushed against the weathered cover of the Book of Shadows, a surge of energy coursed through my veins, sending shivers down my spine. It was as if the very essence of the book pulsed with ancient power, alive and vibrant beneath my touch. "What... what is this?" I whispered, my voice barely audible in the hushed confines of the cottage. But the book remained sile

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

I said, smiling. "Alright then, let's go." He said as we both moved out of the hospital and back into the car. "Let's go back home, I said." It's a chilly afternoon and there was a cloudburst. I was feeling so cold, and I suddenly started to shiver so badly. Why was I shivering this hard? I know it was cold but I didn't shiver this way. "What's wrong? Why are you shivering this hard?" He asked, but I could barely speak. The cold was taking control of me. I could see him make a u-turn back to the hospital and after a moment I couldn't understand what was going on anymore. My senses blurred out and I couldn't feel anything. It was like that same time when my spirit left my human body. But this

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?"

“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 shivers were constant now, every touch causing my skin to tighten and my muscles to tremble. I tilted my head aside, and his lips stuttered over my neck to kiss my throat. I felt his hair brushing my chin, his bulk leaning over my shoulder. I reached up with one hand, drawing in a deep breath, nerves jangling as I dared to touch him back. My fingers slid along the back of his neck, across his hairline, and into his hair. I heard him growl deep in his chest, disapproval or pleasure, I couldn’t tell, but he didn’t stop me. I let my fingers curl into the soft thatch of closely trimmed hair, wondering at myself, at this situation, at this man, finding no answers and not even really caring. H

Images from the past, reminiscences from when they first met, flashbacks from the times they had spent together, and lastly images from yesterday when he raped her. Shivers ran down her spine as she remembered last night. She could still feel his lips leaving hungry kisses down her body, still feel his hands groping her breasts and touching her thighs, touching her down there, she could still hear his lustful growls. Emma closed her eyes and cried. She could still feel his touch on her body. 'You're easy to read.' More tears rolled down her cheek as she recalled his words. He had always read her exceptionally well then what happened last night?