Novel & Cerita The Fevered Bookaholic

“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.

I didn’t know what magic smelled like, but this room felt like it had some. I stepped inside slowly, looking around like the brave warrior princess I pretended to be when I played with my dolls. So many books. Stacks and stacks of them, tall and wide and thick and dusty. I touched one of the shelves, my fingers dragging over the wooden surface until I stopped in front of one really old-looking book with gold edges. The title was shiny. “The Flare Witches.” Oooooh. That sounded cool.

I fought to control the car, spinning through flames and smoke, gripping the wheel with every ounce of strength. After what felt like forever, no rescue came. Only Thomas’ mocking voice, saying, “So, what now, babe? All the nearest rescue teams ran. They’re pulling the fire brigade from the city. “Even then, it’ll be at least half an hour. Might as well… keep racing? “Go for it. We’re all waiting to watch you cross the finish line.”

Of her. She flipped through pages drawn in charcoal—some with shaking hands, some with precision. One page showed a girl surrounded by flame. Her eyes were glowing. Her silhouette, familiar. “What is this?” she asked. “It’s the record of the Fireborn,” he said. “There’s only ever one in a generation. Sometimes none. It skips centuries. But when the world begins to change—when things grow restless—that fire finds a home.” She closed the journal, her heart thudding. “Why me?”

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.

He shifts back; putting a seat between us and truly looking horrified. Bibah simply shakes her head at our childish shenanigans and takes a sip of her iced latte, metal straw clinking in the Hydro Flask. “The Awoo Book Club’s pick for this week is H.P Lovecraft.” She pats the voluminous book atop the pile and I notice it’s the library copy of H.P Lovecraft’s Omnibus 3. “I’m so excited to roast his ass.”

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

It looked as if it weighed a ton with pages the colour of ash. "Then let's get reading," King Kanyon announced. After two hours, Lucy still hadn't found anything on how to save the creatures living inside Jessica. The only thing she found was how to ease the symptoms of the supernatural fever. “Crap!” Lucy slammed the book closed when she got to the end. “We can't find anything useful in here. No potions, spells, sacrifices that can help Jessica."

“Fayne, I'll do my best to make you strong but please give yourself a few days to heal and keep reading the books I've given to you. That way, you can fulfill all of your promises.” “Okay, ma'am.” I responded and watched her leave the room. I looked at the books on the table and grabbed one and started to read it page by page. It had a lot to deal with ingredients that could heal common illnesses. As I continued to flip through the pages, I got hooked on the book and continued to read. Before I knew it, It was nighttime. I moved to the other book and as I looked through it, I saw that it was about how a human could harbour demonic powers.