The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

I tossed and turned, my body restless and feverish. Merely hours in, by 2 a.m., I was wide awake, panting as if I’d been running for miles. The shivers had intensified, beads of sweat soaked through the sheets, and the fever was unbearable, burning hotter, a relentless inferno beneath my skin. Gathering the last of my strength, I forced myself out of bed and stumbled towards the door. The hallway stretched before me like a never-ending tunnel, and I clung to the wall for support as I made my way to the stairs. My vision blurred, the world tilting on its axis, but I couldn’t stop. I had to reach the kitchen and had to find something to bring down the fever before it consumed me entirely.

The novel lay open under her hands-wet, crumpled, dog‑eared. He looked at it, then at her. He pulled the book free with one hand, and his own wet fingers brushed between her thighs again, smart with urgency. "One more time?" he rasped. Claire stared at him-ache behind her eyes, voice hoarse. "Yes," she finally breathed. "One more time." He kissed her, deep and rough. Closed the book with his other hand-cover snapping shut with authority. She rode him one more time, skin slick, body trembling, pulses crashing as she came again-slow, powerful, echoing under the hush of books. Rowan groaned and came with her, feeding her tight until he fell forward, forearm over her back, his breath ragged.

, but before the old lady could complete CEO intervenes,” just throw her out of my cabin right now or else I am going to fire you all”, ordering his guards Just burn each and every copy of this book or else ....”, But before she could complete her sentence suddenly her voice gets husky and his facial expressions starts changing, and she again continues,” I am going to. “, and once again before completing her sentence she ends up hitting wall of the room exploding her mind like a bomb and soon her blood spills all over the room which leaves both of us scared So not having any other option with just ended up burning each and every copy of the book which were collected across the globe but stil

“Wеll, we lаdіеѕ lоvе оur book bоуfrіеndѕ.” An amused grin tоuсhеd hіѕ lірѕ. “Bооk bоуfrіеndѕ?” “Yеаh, thаt’ѕ what wе саll hot guуѕ іn bооkѕ that wе wіѕh wеrе rеаl.” His еуеbrоwѕ rоѕе іn ѕurрrіѕе. “And dо you have any bооk bоуfrіеndѕ?”

I got out a dense packed book and quickly went back to Reuben in bed. He looked confused and disheveled; his inquisitive gaze fell on the book in my hand. He asked, "What is that?" I, in turn, proudly presented it to him, "Lo and behold Your Highness, this right here in my hand is the 5th popular limited edition of Busty Asian Babes. I heard it is so stimulating that you can release at any time." Reuben with book in hand, "..........."

I didn't care, I just knew that it was fantastic. With every lick, the ember of my desire burned brighter, threatening to catch into a full blown blaze at any moment. I felt my temperature rising, the heat consuming me from within. Tremors rocked my body as his tongue fanned the sparks that my body nursed. I felt the heat rising, felt the smoke, and where there's smoke, there's always fire. When the flame ignited, my eyes squeezed shut. Delicious licks of fire washed over my every nerve, intensifying every sensation that I felt. The red color of the flames was all I could see, and my ears roared with the intensity of the flame.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

“Mom?” “Oh, sweetheart,” she breathes, “It’s Liam.” My stomach drops. “He’s burning up. I tried everything, cold cloths, calming teas, even a damp moonroot wrap, but his fever won’t go down. Not even a little.” “No,” I whisper, the word tearing out of me like a breath I wasn’t ready to lose. “No, no, no.” “I think it’s wolf fever,” she says gently. “I think he’s got it from that man we saw earlier.”

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.