Shiver Novelas e Histórias

Like a hum, a leftover sound from a dream I hadn’t finished. I pushed the blanket away and sat up slowly. My legs didn’t want to move at first. They trembled beneath me, and I almost fell to the ground, but I caught myself, gripping the sheets, then I got to my feet. I took one slow step. Then another. I walked toward the small mirror near the armoire. Just to see myself. Just to make sure I was here. I froze. Behind my reflection, just for a tiny little moment, there was something else. It looked like me, but it wasn’t me. She...the sight of her sent chills down my spine. I saw a flicker. Her mouth moved, but no sound came out. Then she disappeared.

The first thing Elara noticed when she woke up was the sound of the waves crashing against the shore. It was a rhythmic, soothing sound, a far cry from the cold, sterile environment of the hospital where she had last been conscious. The smell of salt and seaweed filled the air, carried by a gentle breeze that tickled her skin. For a moment, she thought she was dreaming, that she had finally slipped into the eternal darkness she had been teetering on the edge of. But the warmth of the sun on her face and the sensation of soft sheets beneath her told her otherwise.

Feeling his kisses on her clit, she shook with need. "Baby, I got you. I know what you need. I'm going to give it all to you." With that he lifted her left thigh over his right shoulder so that his left hand could explore her wet cavern. Within seconds they were both feeling her exploding onto his fingers as he loosened her slowly, deeply. That tongue of his working deliciously. "Reeeeece," she cried. "REEEECE!" He only lifted his narrowed eyes to her. "POW!" Val erupted because he had slapped her puşsy.

Gavin shivered despite the lukewarm water. His legs are modestly folded in front of him, tucked into his chest as his arms wrap around them. Every sound is echoing loud in the quiet place, where only the sound of the water gently splashing around could be heard. His eyes are stubbornly set on the soapy water in front of him, cheeks burning as he let out yet another full-body shiver. Ainar made a questioning sound in his throat, sending him a worried glance. Gavin only gave him a small smile of assurance. He’s not cold, just…shy.

Adrian’s gaze flicked to Charlie—silver, shimmering, pressed against Rivener’s chest. “She doesn’t look frightened to me.” Charlie screeched the chime-noise again. (TRANSLATION: STOP DISCUSSING MY EMOTIONS LIKE I’M A MAGICAL PETTING ZOO.) The forest answered with a low, thrumming vibration. Leaves trembled. Wind shifted. Something unseen stirred. Adrian’s eyes snapped to the treeline. “You feel that?” Rivener nodded. “She triggered another surge—something’s coming.” Adrian’s hand moved to his side, where claws were already beginning to break through skin.

Shivers wracked her body, the chill biting deep into her bones, making her teeth chatter and her skin sting. Finally, the water stopped. For a brief moment, there was silence, a deafening, suffocating quiet that pressed against her eardrums. She was slumped in a shallow pool that had formed around her, her limbs trembling violently, the cold leaving her muscles stiff and aching. She tried to lift her head, forcing her breath to even out, trying to calm the whirlwind of fear and disorientation. Her moment of fragile composure shattered the instant a sharp, stinging slap cracked against her cheek. Pain flared across her face, fiery and sudden, snapping her head

It seeped into her very being, crashing against the faint warmth of her disheveled blankets. Finally, she managed an involuntary twitch of her fingers, a tiny act that seemed to shatter the spell of stillness wrapping around her. With that small movement, the invisible pressure lifted, the cold touch receding into the ether, the whisper fading back into silence. A wave of vertigo crashed over her, followed swiftly by a surge of adrenaline surging her blood.

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.

he hissed, raising his club. I ducked and rolled, ignoring my own shudder at the whirling sound above my head. I sprang to a crouch and lunged forward, just like Burney had taught me and took his legs out from under him. He tried to raise his arm again, but I latched onto it, raking my nails down his skin. He let out a surprised grunt, his winded reflexes sending his pole rolling out of his reach.

Ebony statues, they did not move when the organ grinder returned to his performance. The notes came without warning. A few slow turns of the crank were enough to paralyze her. Each beat brought a vibration trembling through Kathy’s brain. Something sticky trickled from her ears as the sensation worked its way down along her spinal column, seeping into her nerves. Her body trembled, refusing her command to run. God . . . what’s happening . . . to me?