The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

Anya’s POV The laptop screen flickered, throwing a cold, blue glow across the warm mahogany panels of the library. It should have felt clinical, detached—like the rest of this house—but the heat rolling off Kai’s body turned the whole room into something else entirely. A fever. Slow-burning, impossible to ignore.

Betty filled my coffee cup. I wiped a crusty cluster of sediment from the corner of my eyes and mumbled, "Thank you." She gave me a sad smile and shuffled back into the stacks. I groaned, sipping coffee the consistency of motor oil. Time to get back to work. I sure as hell wasn't going to leave it alone. Not when I was so close to the answers I wanted. Fire brewed in my belly. I picked up the book in front of me. A demonology book. The history of incubi.

I was on edge wanting to know what Brian would do or how he would react after seeing Nila's name on the bonfire guest list sticked on the walls in the school hallway. I hear the flushing of a toilet but I can't move, literally. I feel like big tanks of lead have been tied to my feet, not allowing me to move even an inch. My jaw must be hitting the floor at the shock I'm in right now. How is Haven this talented? I've read all her books and secretly been a top fan. I actually created a book recommendation page where I advertised and recommended all her books. If it were that easy I would have no doubt used my I*******m and F******k but that part of my life is private, I chose to keep my prefer

Distractedly, I left the book I wanted to pull behind and walked towards the table. Lily’s light scent of flowers hung in the air, and instinctively I just knew that was where she had been researching the day before. Curiously, I looked at the books on the table. One of them looked older than the rest. It’s pages were already yellowed and a corner looked burned off. With a frown, I held the thick back of the book and closed it to see the cover. FAE: The primals in human skin. Goosebumps rose along my arms and I shivered as I read the title.

Rowan froze when he ran across a book that looked just like Elly’s grimoire. “Rowan dear why don’t you make me a drink.” he had to fight not to growl at her. The last time he did his mother came down with a mysterious fever. It was her reminder that he was immune to magic but the people he loved weren’t. He made his way to the decanter and looked over his shoulder. She was reclined in her chair lazily flipping through a book when a thought popped into his head. He reached into his pocket and pulled out one of the vials that Lena gave him. He quickly emptied it into her drink and swirled it around.

What a spiteful little man, she thought. Caitlin wasted no time. She cracked open the first book, an old tome from the nineteenth century, thick, leather-bound. As she turned its frail and brittle pages, she went into speed-reading mode, reading the pages faster than she ever had in her life, looking for keywords, places, locations, ideas. Anything that would lead to another book, another idea, another lead, another clue. Anything with substance.

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.

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Fucked me like he was writing a goddamn novel with every thrust. Chapter One: Spread Wide. Chapter Two: Louder. Chapter Three: Don’t You Dare Stop— “Cabin fever kicking in yet?” he asked, pouring more coffee. I took another sip. “I’ve been stuck in this lodge with an egomaniac who thinks ‘bestseller’ means ‘sex god.’ I passed fever three orgasms ago.” He moved closer. Leaned against the counter beside me, our hips almost touching. “So you admit it.” “Admit what?”

ancient, the pages brownish. "Go ahead, I'll just sit here doing nothing," Axel said, and I almost felt bad for him; he seemed already bored, and I hadn't even started. My hands trailed down the line of ancient history books, and then there was a book that caught my attention; it seemed more recent than the other books. I picked it out of the shelf; there was another book behind it; I took that out too. The book had been titled 'Barbara's Fantasies'.