Stirred Not Shaken Book Novels & Stories

The clouds above were churning low, like a storm had forgotten how to break. At the bookstore, the front light flickered once when she unlocked the door. Then again when she stepped inside. The air was stale in a way it had never been before, like the whole shop had held its breath while she was gone. Shelves creaked softly behind her as she turned on the desk lamp. She froze. A stack of books near the window was toppled — somehow all collapsed outward in a perfect spiral. No wind. No draft. Just… rearranged. She picked up the top book. Dreams in the Soil. She didn't remember shelving this. Its leather cover was warm in her hands. Almost too warm. She opened it, just to check for a bookmark

And somewhere in the shadows of my quiet apartment, something very old… stirred. I finally summoned courage to slam the book shut with a sharp snap that echoed through my quiet apartment. My heart was racing, skin flushed hot despite the cool rain still pattering against the windows. That invisible presence lingered in the air like heavy incense — thick, masculine, and far too interested. I couldn’t explain it, but every instinct screamed that opening that book any further tonight would be dangerous. “No,” I whispered to the empty room. “Not tonight.”

FREYA POV I didn't wait to answer Gladys, I just took a U turn out of the store and ran, I pushed through the glass doors of the store and ran. "Freya! Wait! What’s wrong?" Gladys shouted from behind me, but her voice was just background noise right now. I reached the car and fumbled with the keys. My hands were shaking so violently I could barely hit the unlock button. It wasn't because I was sad, maybe I’m shocked…Yes..It was a deep shock, so deep I didn't have a word for it.

He was truly exasperating me and causing a whirlwind of confusion in my heart and mind. What was I supposed to do with this book on how to masturbate? I wasn't sure if it was out of curiosity or if I wanted to prove to myself that I wasn't affected by him. I cautiously opened the book. The illustrations depicted a man holding his genitals and a woman with her fingers covering her intimate area. It wasn't explicit or pornographic, per se, but rather educational, with black ink graphics. However, it evoked a different sensation within me—a warmth that intensified as I continued to observe the pages.

The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3. One book would showcase what happened if Phraser did make it through and actually alive and soon reunite with Autumn (the book is already up on Good Novel and it is called “Pulling Off the Impossible”) while the other book follows the plot should Phraser did not make it, and it is called “Kiss Me First”.

In the end, the inquisitive one won but first, I listened for footsteps and when I could make out none, I got off the bed and went for the book, flicking its first page open. The only person who could give me a book was Zena but it was also weird, what kind of book it was. It wasn’t the usual one we both read and enjoyed. It was some sort of self-help book and its title was even more weird. “Kicking trauma’s butt with style!”

That left just me and Calian heading to the final stop: Waterstones. The moment I stepped inside, the familiar scent of books wrapped around me like a hug. I didn’t waste time - within minutes, I found two titles I’d been hunting down everywhere else. Just as I picked up a third book that caught my attention, I handed the other two to Calian without looking. “Do you read books, Li?” I asked casually. No response. I glanced over my shoulder - he was standing there, looking at me like I’d just grown a second head.

Star looked at me with new interest at his protest. "That is not the type of news I want to deliver to a pack member." I softly spoke, flipping through the pages. "No, it is not. I don't envy you right now, but there is another possibility." She arched a brow at me, then set a much smaller book down in front of me. "How to trick a man to love you." The title read. "Uh, I'm not sure this is the right book, Star." She was pretty damn old, maybe she was finally becoming senile.

The maid handed it to me without question. I smiled. "Another parenting book?" The cover came into view. My smile disappeared. The title read: The Best Way to Tell Your Child He Is Not Your Favorite Chaos burst into laughter so loud the windows rattled. Hunter nearly reopened his stitches laughing. Even Queen Silveira had to turn away to hide her smile. I buried my face against Althea's hair. "...I deserve this." Sol leaned over to look at the title. "...Maybe." "You're not helping."

Contents: Fingering, raw sex, shaking orgasm, stimulating. CHAPTER 1 I moaned as I rubbed the vibrator in circles on my already wet pussy. My feet were curled up as I was so close to orgasm when I heard the doorbell ring. Reluctantly I got up from the bed and hid the vibrator in my wardrobe.