The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

Tucking my long black hair behind my ear, I stroll down the hallway and round the corners till I stop in front of a room with a big F written on it. This has to be my stepbrother's room. Since my arrival, I notice that he has F written on almost everything he owns, I push the door slightly and realize that it's ajar. And without closing the door behind me, I walk into the spacious room boldly, there is no one else home with me anyways. In the room, there's a mahogany desk covered with different perfume bottles. I move closer to look at them, and the smell from the bottles gets stronger, like a mix of aphrodisiac that makes me light headed with lust.

" Eve , your burning up " Chloe gave a strange wake up call , she was seated on my bed with her hand on my head checking my temperature " What , am fine" She was up early , what was wrong " You have a fever " she put her hand on my head and pointed it out , I felt fine a bad bream but I was okay " no an fine ," I pushed it away " No, don't be stubborn , you have a fever you should rest ," she insisted , I wanted to go

He was currently snoring. "I found a good book this morning but unfortunately it's not in braille. Mother read me the title and I'm very intrigued by it. But in my rush to get here I left it on the library table." Eva sighed in disappointment. "What was the title?" "Vampires and Their Beloveds" "I'm not Author but I'm pretty sure the book is based on Vampires and their beloveds." Alana snickered out. "Why do you insist on ruining things with your words?" Eva questioned in annoyance. If she knew how she would roll her eyes at her best friend. Not that it really mattered anyway.

"H-how? I remember perfectly well when you were swimming in the burning flames of the poisonous fire." Amethyst muttered under her breath, still analysing the black covers of the big, bold book that she knew she burnt a few months ago. Her hands trembled at its heaviness — at how fresh and old it smelled. Old tales and unknown prophecies were still lingering on every page she turned over.

and only moved closer, stretching out his hand to touch me. He placed it on my forehead and moved back again. "Mum, Your body...your body...why is it hot?" He stuttered. I recognized the next emotion that stained his beautiful eyes as fear. He was afraid for me. I managed a smile but even I knew it was a weak one. I didn't want to but I did, I touched my forehead and he was right. I was burning up. It was the start of a fever. "I told you Haera, you aren't okay." Dezra chipped in with worry. I didn't accept that I was sick because I just couldn't be, not now when I had a lot of things to do. Who would take care of the pack? How would I work to help my mate regain his memory? Who would take

Then he bent down and rummaged through his turtle shell backpack, pulling out a gaudily covered book. He stuffed it into Yosef's hands. "My sister will come to pick me up later, could you read me a novel first?" Yosef looked down at the novel handed to him. The gaudy cover featured a strange title—"Cold CEO's Ninety-Nine Days of Wife-Chasing: Sweetheart, Don't Run." He frowned; Is this novel suitable for kids? Looking at the author's name again, Godber. Just from the name, it felt like this person lacked talent.

He did enough. She cleaned up and returned to her bed. She had a new book, one Keegan had found when he went to get the suitcase with treats. That was one secret he refused to share with her but she didn’t mind. He could have his secrets. She didn’t want to know everything, just enough to feel safe and secure. It was a book called Heidi and she felt it was more of a children’s book than one for adults but it was still enjoyable. She had three more to read when she finished it and she had to admit that life was good, for the time being. She was warm and fed. She had a book and treats to eat while reading it. She could do with a cup for coffee but boiled water was a scarcity. She couldn’t find

The familiar sensation of fever washed over her. The previous night, Leo had returned home to find Rachel nestled under the comforter, fast asleep. Concern etched his features, for it was unusual to see her slumbering before his arrival. Intrigued by the anomaly, he approached her, only to discover her body radiating intense heat—a clear sign of a high fever.

Bored and restless, I wandered from room to room, searching for something to occupy my mind. In Bella’s room, I spotted a book on her nightstand—Birthday Girl by Penelope Douglas. I had heard good things about it, so I decided to give it a shot. I curled up on her bed, diving into the pages. For a while, it worked—I was able to lose myself in the story and momentarily forget the unease tugging at me. But, of course, that didn’t last long.

She made me feel safe and welcomed, something I was gradually losing. I watched as she flipped through the pages of a book, her eyes scanning the pages like she was feasting on them. “Do you really have to finish reading that today?” I asked, crossing my arms as I stared at her. Apart from the fact that she loves cooking, she's obsessed with reading novels as well. Kiera is a book lover, someone that could finish a whole book in a single day. She raised her head slowly, meeting my gaze with a graceful smile, “Yes, I am.” she replied curtly, returning back to the book.