The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

I would often feel my stomach kick me with hunger , as my nose smelt the food that was cooking but I easily turned my attention back to the burning kingdom. Eventually after a while , I hear footsteps nearing me – I do not take notice of the person who takes a seat next to me and the masculine scent that enters my nose accompanied by the delicious smell of food , I come to a conclusion that it is Xavier with a plate of food. “Here…” he brings a spoon full of the bowls content to my mouth , and at first I refuse it but eventually I had given in to it’s scent and opened my mouth. He began to feed me , and I actually enjoyed it – it was comforting , like he is there for me but did not need to r

“I’ll be fine, I’ll just wait for my turn over on the couch.” I make my way to the couch with a quick pit stop at the bar cart. As I begin pouring bourbon into a tumbler I hear her squeal with delight as she turns on the shower. “I didn’t even need to magic our shower goodies from home! He’s already stocked everything! What a wonderful man!” She shouts over the stream. I giggle and take a sip, sauntering towards the bookshelf nestled by the couch. I sit down and begin reading the titles to distract myself from my own mind. ‘Deimos - A Chronicle of the Demonic Agenda; Tyranny and Triumph - Autobiography of Rip Teller (Demon); Mystical Beings; Fae Hierarchy and Their Kingdoms..’ I am skimming

“Sorry for freaking out on you.” “It’s cool. We all have our moments.” I shrug. “So, what is it about the book that has you freaked about anyone knowing?” I frown, staring at it, only to raise a brow when she tilts her body as if trying to hide it from my view. “It looks like an aged book about elemental genetics, but considering the way your acting, I feel like there’s more.” She sighs her expression a picture of weariness and concerns. “Am sorry, but can we not talk about the book.”

Follow, vote, comment and share... Lyka's P.O.V I didn't go to sleep the whole night as I just couldn't. The nightmares will return so I decided to go in the library. I have been seated for over five hours in the damn library with nothing to eat or drink as I read the old books and papers with a smell that makes me want to puke. My eyes have not dared to close on me as I read the thirtieth book. I have not found any useful information that can locate the blood moonstone and finish this once and for all.

Even finding it the right thing to be done. Ren was currently sleeping under a tree with half a pitcher of lemonade to the side. Zia was drawing not to far away of the battle between the Western Empire and the 11th Army of the Empire. Felicity was reading a few medical books on old Alchemy with Elder Tani who was showing a little more into her pregnancy. A very happy Zero and Lan Su were reading on baby care as well. Jackson and Mo Lan just enjoyed each other's company looking at the sky.

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.

But it was still the boss voice. I looked at the binder in my hands. I held it up. “I could not sleep. I came here to find a book about old diseases. This room has a lot of medical books. I am reading a book about fever,” I said. He walked into the room. He closed the door behind him. He looked too big for the small study. “I do not believe you. You look nervous. Your hand is shaking. Tell me the truth,” he said. He walked closer to me.

She quickly grasped the book again because she was trying to stop her fingers from going close to her v-area. This feeling was unfamiliar and burning, she was literally burning inside like a fire had been set in her. She wanted to rip the clothes off her body to ease the feeling hot, she was restraining herself. She moaned and gasped as she squirmed her hips and ass on the chair. “Someone helped…” Phoebe groaned and squeezed the book in her hand, more tightly than ever. She held it like the moment she released it, her hand would do a lot of crazy things.

As she’s about to leave the room, someone called. “Hey, I’m leaving the hotel. My car service is waiting,” she talked to the person on the other line. “I can’t wait to see you here. We’ve so much to see and talk about,” Noah said. Cela gave her room one final look. This is the place where she leaves her old self. “We wanted to go to a specific place and it didn’t matter if the road was rough and the journey was long. In the end, we found different places for ourselves but these places were the destinations where we were truly meant to go,” she said to herself. The fourth book begins at chapter 1 in Paris. The End.

Raven is known to teach Theodore more ways to enjoy and achieve their fetishes. I drop the book all of a sudden onto the bed, having had enough, at least for now. What the fuck did I just read? Oh, goodness. I cannot believe something like this exists. I mean, I do know that vampires are crazy ones, but then, I didn't know they were this bad. So, these are the beings that would be coming to the Brother's Feast? Jeez. A cold chill runs down my spine.