Stiff Upper Lip Book Novels & Stories

“Unlike you, I actually came here for that specific book. You probably grabbed it because it looked dramatic on the cover.” Her mouth fell open, offended to her core. “Excuse me?” “You heard me.” I could see how she was too stunned to speak. Then she leaned back, spine stiff, still clutching the book like it was a lifeline. Her curls spilled over her shoulders as she tilted her chin higher, eyes sparking with defiance. “Even if that’s true,” she said, slow and deliberate, “I’m not giving it to you.” She muttered something under her breath, something that sounded suspiciously like an arrogant jerk and flipped the book open again, deliberately turning the page with enough force to make it snap

I bit on my lower lip to stiffen my small cry. I began to ask myself why I had thought sitting beside Luca was going to be a good idea to begin with? This doesn’t seem like a good idea one bit. This seems like a really bad idea, but it didn’t stop me from parting my thighs even more and clenching my fists on the table when his knuckles continued to stroke over the front of my core through the wet part of my underwear, and I shuddered each time his knuckles grazed that particular part.

He still had that stupid smirk on his face that showed me how much he was enjoying this. “Do you always bite your lips whenever you talk to a guy, like you’re doing now?” He asked and I released my bottom lip, unaware I had been biting on it this whole time. Disgruntled by the fact he had caught me, I crossed my arms over my chest and focused my entire attention on him, daring him to find one more mistake to fixate on.

His fingers gripped my chin firmly, forcing me to hold still as his thumb gently stroked the tense muscle of my cheek. "Stop biting your lip," he murmured, using his other hand to press his thumb against my bottom lip and his index finger against the top, prying my mouth open. Before I could protest, he slid his middle finger past my lips, forcing them apart to prevent me from biting down again. "I hate you," I spat, the words muffled by his intrusion. His lips curled in a tight, humorless smile. "I know." In a sudden, defiant gesture, I tore my face away from his hand and spat directly onto his, wiping my lips with the back of my hand to emphasize my disgust.

After several minutes of intense concentration and disciplined focus, Gabriella was fulfilled that she completed the mathematics assignment before any student or teacher arrived. She felt a bit drained from the night sleep she had to shorten to arrive at school early, so she put Matthew's book back in its place, tossed her book into her backpack and gently laid her head on the desk. Gabriella's nerves became calm and she slowly closed her eyes. The next time she opened it was when she felt a hand grasp her br**st very tight. Shocked, Gabriella gasped and jolted in a brief panic. She looked up to see Mr. Robert's gap-toothed smile, his grip still firm on her br**st. Gabriella's smile was not

In the throes of nervousness, she nibbles on her lip and managed a timid, "Alright." Upon their eventual return to the comforts of home, Leo presented her with a tome of imposing proportions, entitled "A Compendium of the Supernaturals." The book's weight was almost a tangible representation of the vast knowledge it held, massive and weighty, and her hands throbs with discomfort as she accepted it.