Shiver Book Summary Novels & Stories

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.

The trouble is, she hasn't shifted often enough in recent years. To stay nimble, shifters must shift back and forth as nature calls. A shifter who stays too long in beast form, will forget how to become human again, and vice versa. Living with Minette, her hafling granddaughter who never manifested as a shifter, she wasn't able to run wild as often as she'd like. Especially when they were hiding in cities. Now, weak, hungry, and injured, it is even harder to call up the magic. Remember. Remember what it's like. She thinks about her first shift at puberty, the joy of chasing her sister through the French countryside. There.

“Mr. Maddox, please keep to yourself. I’m a married woman, and I stand by my word. Whatever it is you’re trying to do, stop - and enjoy your evening.” I turned on my heel, hoping that would be the end of it. But of course, it wasn’t. “Don’t act all modest now, baby,” he sneered. “You didn’t seem to mind showing yourself off to the world earlier.” Before I could fully process what he said, he grabbed me by the elbow and yanked me back. I struggled to free myself, but his grip was like iron. A familiar wave of dread surged through me—skin crawling, nerves on fire - like something was slithering just beneath the surface.

In a slow, bitter voice, "that's what I've been trying to tell you. Both at the powerhouse and now. It's my first time." Hearing that, Shiver got overwhelmed. He took over Dante, wanting to ease Freya's pain. He raised her again, enjoying the feel of her tightness and his juice coating her pussy, and then he impaled her to the core, seating himself to the balls. "Oh fuck yeah." His wolf howled inside his head, loving that he was finally inside Freya, filling her, stretching her. She was so tight and hot around him that he was close to coming already. As he gave her a moment to adjust to his invasion, he nibbled at her spine and then pulled her back against his chest, so he could graze his te

He shrugged, his own concentration stuck on the book. He was curious as well as I was. Finally, I gave the book a long scrutinizing look, turning it this way and that all the while buying Neilla time. It was a book alright, one without a way to view its content. It had a vial like structure fixed into the hard cover on the front. In that vial was blood slushing as I moved the book about. It was off-putting in every way including the foul odor emanating from it. I flicked at the cover with my middle finger, raising my eyes in surprise when Sapphira flinched.

Everything felt frozen in time, like a snapshot of a life that had never truly belonged to her. But something about being in the room brought a sense of clarity, a feeling that she was on the verge of discovering something important. Elara’s eyes drifted toward the bookshelf, a collection of novels and journals that had once been her only refuge from the cruelty of her fake sister and the indifference of her parents. She stepped closer, her fingers trailing over the spines of the books as she searched for something—anything—that might give her the answers she so desperately needed. She pulled a few books off the shelf, flipping through the pages absentmindedly, but found nothing of interest.

she said. I turned to her, my body stiff. “Excuse me?” She tilted her head, her dark eyes glinting. “Take off your clothes.” I clenched my fists. “If this is some kind of—” “It’s not,” she interrupted smoothly. “But if you want to survive here, you’re going to have to let go of whatever shame you’re still clinging to. Clothes, Winnie. Now.” I swallowed hard, my throat dry. My hands trembled as I reached for the hem of my dress, my heart pounding in my chest. I had been exposed before. I had been stripped of dignity more times than I could count. But this felt different.

This time, he came to destroy. --- It started with a headline. Killian had just stepped into the entrance of the shelter when he heard the buzz — biting whispers, horrified gasps. Janine rushed to him, phone outstretched, her face pale. "You need to see this," she whispered, shaking. Killian took the phone. The article stared back at him, the bold letters screaming: **"Blackwood's Dirty Secrets: From Criminal Empire to Philanthropist Fraud"** He read the words once. Then again. And again.

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.

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.