The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

Ugh! I grabbed my blanket from the bed. I would just use the overly thick duvet to sleep. I tip toed to Cameron's room again and was about to cover him with the duvet when I noticed.. that his forehead was sweaty despite the room's cold condition. I guess he didn't need a blanket after all. I sighed and touched Cameron's burning and sweaty forehead. It looked as though he was having a fever. I removed the book Cameron was holding in his hand and giggled after seeing the title ‘A collection of sad love poems’. Where did he even get that?

Valentine Regens "I'm not feeling good." Leah said. "What's wrong? Your stomach is sick again?" I asked. "Yesterday I have a fever and today it got worse." I put my hand on her forehead and yes she's burning. "Let's go to the clinic.. or do you want me to take you home?" I asked. "Let's just go to the clinic first, I have a History test this afternoon. I don't want to miss it" Bookworm.

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

I let out a sigh. "It's just your bag, Aricka," I said, relieved. One by one I picked up my belongings that were now scattered on the floor. Annoying, how come it fell?! I got everything, except for the book that was still under the bed. I immediately lay down to see where it was, and when I saw it I immediately picked it up. I was about to put it back in the bag when it suddenly opened and warmed up. There was some light coming out of it so I was dazzled. I tried to close the book, but it seemed to have a life of its own, it resisted me. Fear began to creep into me as the book got hotter, if I couldn’t let it go I would burn out.

Perfect. As I flipped through the chapters, the story heated up fast. The protagonist, a shy librarian much like me, was cornered in the stacks by a dominant stranger. His hands roamed her body without mercy, fingers teasing her nipples until they ached, then dipping lower to claim her wetness. I shifted on the couch, feeling that familiar tingle between my legs. God, why did these books always get me so worked up? My thighs pressed together instinctively, seeking friction.

Valen was no different, though his work involved more shouting and pacing. I spent most of my time reading the books I’d grabbed. I tried to find any mention of the strange book I’d seen in the dusty corner of the library, but none of my history texts mentioned vanishing literature. I began to wonder if I really had just been hallucinating from the fever.

Arnold owns varieties because the shelf sheltered all sorts of books, whether it was on politics, war, or fiction. After rummaging through the rows, she finally selected one and settled under the warmth of the covers. A sheen of sweat collected on her forehead and she felt her temperature rising. The bout of fever was attacking her again. She hoped it won’t last long and invested herself in reading the thick book. She was halfway through the seventh chapter of this romance-fantasy when was startled by a loud knock on the door. “Hello? Is anyone home?”

Jorfit smiles and nods his head as a greeting the second we stop by the side table, around which as a whole we structure a circle; I half-smile back at him, but just out of politeness, and glance at the Fear Specialists book and the seven duplicates lying on the glass table. "My mom's book club usually has more wine," Linda says, her eyes on the books. — Well, most likely, they will not read books that cause brutal fantasies, says Sasha. I sit down to show my consent with her. — That is the reason why Greece is here, says Angel . My eyes travel to the coyote and I keep wondering if it would be unseemly for me to get any information about his experience with dreams triggered by Valack 's book

The book delved into the meaning of life and existence, topics that always intrigued me. As I read, my mind started to clear, and I began to feel better. I took a break to make myself breakfast - a stack of pancakes with maple syrup, some scrambled eggs, and a side of bacon. Cooking has always been a way for me to relax and clear my mind, and it helped me forget about my fever for a while.

Heat surged through me, blooming in my chest and creeping slowly into my cheeks as I shifted in my seat, subtly clenching my thighs together. A low buzz vibrated through my body, ignited by the words in the book I held. The tension in my limbs made it nearly impossible to sit still. Every page felt like fire, and I devoured the words faster than I ever had before. It was like my eyes were starved, and the book was a feast—rich, decadent, indulgent.