Shiver Novels & Stories

“So… I’m unstable?” “No,” agad siyang umiling. “You’re grieving. And you’ve been doing it without rest.” He continued in a professional, grounded way possible. “Your nervous system is in a state of hypervigilance—constantly alert, constantly bracing for impact. That’s why you’re shaking. That’s why your chest feels tight. That’s why you feel like you’re losing control.” Natigilan ako at dahan-dahan na napatingin sa mga kamay ko.

Tumirik ang kanyang mga mata nang s******p ni Sebastian ang kuntil na kanina pa naghahanap ng atensyon—namimintig. Napsigaw siya sa nakaliliyong sarao na pagsalit-salitan ni Sebastian ang hiwa at butil. With a deafening cry, Neshara called out his name once more as a wave of exquisite pleasure coursed through her entire body. Her innermost core was convulsed with intense sensations, and a gush of warm juices flowed out from her entrance, marking her climax.

bakas sa tono ng boses at mukha ni Marcus ang pagkabalisa at pag-aalala. Si Shy naman ay parang hinahabol ang sariling hininga. Para siyang sumali sa isang marathon, hingal na hingal at mabilis ang takbo ng tibok ng puso nito. Kahit malakas ang aircon sa loob ng kwarto ay tagatak ng pawis si Shy. Hawak niya ang kanyang dibdib at hindi niya alam kong paano siya mag re-react sa naging panaginip.

Napakaliit ng espasyo ng kuweba, kaya’t hindi sila makakilos nang malaya. Nakaharap sila sa isa’t isa, yakap ni Mikaela ang sarili dahil nararamdaman na niya ang panunuot ng lamig sa kaniyang balat. “B-baby, you're shivering . . .” Nanginginig din ang boses nito. “Want me to warm you up with a hug?” dagdag pa nito.

Her legs were trembling and her pussy quivered with a mixture of pain. Bukod sa masakit ang katawan niya ay takot din ang naramdaman niya. After kasi ng kaligayahan nilang ito ay back to normal na naman sila. Balewala na naman siya kay Vash. Wala lang naman kay Vash ang nangyari sa kanya at ang mahalaga ay nakaraos ang init ng katawan niya. She wished that this night will never end, ngunit umiikot ang oras at matatapos din ito.

Ang crystal ay sumabog sa liwanag, nagpapalabas ng shockwave na tumama kay Billie at Mariel. Ang huling natirang pader ng Temple ay tuluyan nang gumuho. Ang lupa ay yumayanig. Nag-freeze ang mukha ni Billie, naka-ngiti, bago siya lunukin ng buhangin. Ang control frequency ni Vance ay nasira. Ngunit sa pagsira nito, ang Ghost Team ba ay tuluyan na ring nalibing sa ilalim ng disyerto?

Ang kanyang paninindigan ay ang huling pira-piraso ng kanyang kalasag. Si Vladimir ay lumapit pa. Ang kanyang labi ay humaplos sa shell ng kanyang tainga, ang kanyang hininga ay mainit laban sa kanyang balat. Ang kanyang bulong ay nagdulot ng shiver na hindi takot: “Tingnan natin.”

A literal frozen statue. Agad na nagmulat si Mino at bumungad sa kaniya si Calix na may kakaibang enerhiya sa katawan. Agad na nakaramdam ng galit si Silvia at akma na sanang babasagin ang yelo na bumabalot sa kaniyang katawan ngunit agad siyang napainda sa kaniyang isip. "Fuck! What's happening?" malakas niyang sigaw habang nakikita niya ang natutulog na katawan ni Vreihya na nakagapos at unti-unting nababalot ng makapal na yelo.

she scolds, her voice thick with unshed tears and pure, unfiltered panic as she presses the back of her warm palm directly against my clammy forehead. The second her skin meets mine, a violent tremor rolls down my spine, something deep and ancient inside my frozen ribs painfully snapping open, shattering the last remaining walls of my icy detachment. I catch her wrist, my fingers wrapping tightly around her hand to keep her palm right there against my face, refusing to let her pull away.

But just when I was about to lose myself completely in him, in this—a flicker of reality snapped through me like ice water. What are you doing, Shiv? I froze. He felt it—because his lips stopped moving, too. Our foreheads pressed together, breaths shallow, hearts pounding like war drums. “Shiv…” he murmured, voice hoarse, eyes searching mine. I couldn’t answer. I was too busy trying to steady the hurricane inside me. “This—this shouldn’t be happening,” bulong ko, but my fingers were still clutching his shirt, like letting go meant admitting something I wasn’t ready to face.