Novel & Cerita The Fevered Bookaholic

Her breathing was labored and I also noticed that she was trembling, almost feverishly, each time she was unable to reach for the book, she ran into my chest. She was a small person, frail and fragile, like glass that would break soon, even though she was small, she didn’t want to give up on this particular book which made me even more curious. I grabbed her arms and twisted them behind her back, her body tried to follow the movement of her arm, but I held her still, placing even more pressure on her. “P-Please let me go,” she cried as her head dropped lower than before, it’s just as I suspected, she was a bit feverish. She didn’t fight me, she just stood still her body trembling softly, she

She was talking in her unconsciousness. Oh god, please help me. How will her fever subside? I won't do anything like that with her if I find out that her immersion in the rain caused her to get a fever. God, now what to do? Please show me a way. The cold wind caused her diary to drop to the floor. I picked up her diary off the floor and placed it back on the table, discovering in it the recipes for herbal tea.

Before I could answer, she grabbed my varsity jacket and pulled me toward the back of the library, between two tall bookshelves. “Miss Voss, what are you…” “Quiet,” she hissed, pushing me against the shelves. “You owe three hundred and twenty dollars in late fees. And I’m tired of letting star athletes like you get away with it.” Her hand boldly slid down my chest and cupped the growing bulge in my sweatpants. “Fuck,” I breathed. Jolene smirked, stroking me through the fabric. “That’s what I thought. Big, cocky jock walking around with this heavy thing between his legs all day, but can’t return books on time.”

Well, because I was. I licked my lips. “No. I’m not okay. Not at all.” Unexpectedly, Kaelen swooped in and tugged me against his chest. He enveloped me in his leather and whiskey scent, and his strong arms, and I let the rest of the world fall away. “Here it is.” Beau handed the book to Claire. “What exactly are we looking for in a book about magical blood feuds?” Claire ignored him as she flipped through and scanned the pages.

It was already there. ┊ ┊ ┊ ⋆ ┊ ┊ ★⋆ ┊ ◦ ★⋆ ┊ . ˚ ˚★ Hello lovely readers, If you're here, that means you not only love supernatural things like I do but you love the act of love too. I'm sure smokin hot alphas make a good selling point for most stories. Thank you from the bottom of my heart for deciding to read my first book, Awakening the Feral! Whatever made you decide to pick it up, I hope the writing has now since convinced you to stay a while.

“Hey… about what you saw earlier.” She jumped, clutching the book to her chest. “I—I didn’t see anything. I swear. I won’t tell anyone.” I smiled softly and stepped even closer, backing her gently against the shelves. “Relax. Professor Harlan and I… we have an understanding. But I saw how you looked at us. You didn’t run away because you were scared. You ran because it turned you on, didn’t it?” Her cheeks burned brighter. She shook her head quickly. “No… that’s not… I’m not—”

Sending love and well wishes to you all xx A trail of water dripped behind Bellamy as he emerged from the shower, a towel hung loosely around his waist as he ruffled another towel through his now damp curls. “Whatcha reading gorgeous?” he nodded to Thea. Placing an intricately carved silver bookmark in between the pages, she placed her book down on the bedside table. Letting out a contented sigh, she stretched her arms and legs out on the bed. “It’s called ‘Her Fae Lovers’ by one of my favourite authors, Jane Knight.” A sleepy smile danced across her face as she dragged her eyes over Bellamy’s wet, exposed torso. Little pearls of water clung to his taught, tanned skin making him glisten unde

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 instructed my newly employed secretary who of course knew I wasn't really sick, I was just bored. After thinking of what to do for a while I decided it was best to go sightseeing, that might inspire me to actually design something. **** I leave the office and head directly to one of the city's popular cafes, Ahoy. Weird name, right? Whoever owns the place must have some kinda obsession with pirates and fortunately, his little pirates make great coffee.

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.