The Fevered Bookaholic Novels & Stories

His pants reveal a large bulge and I feel hot, too hot…Goddess I am burning up! I shoot up from the ancient sofa that I use as my sitting area. I am soaked in sweat and my body is hot while I have a raging hardon and images of soft breasts and enormous cocks flood my vision. What the fuck was that? It wasn’t exactly a nightmare; it was more like a fucked up wet dream! Who do I even ask about this shit? It’s a fairy trip…like something out of one of the fae clubs where everyone is eating mushrooms and drinking heathered wine and having a massive orgy. I have only ever been to one, but it’s a trip that you will never forget.

I do get hallucinations when I have a fever. El's eyes widened angrily. I just casually touched my forehead as if to say to him that I have a fever. What do I do now? I feel like EL is about to slaughter me in any moment. I hope this is just a dream. @DEATH WISH Thank you so much... @Kimberly (Alpha King Checkmate) for dropping comments! PLEASE HAVE A POSITIVE REVIEW! Thank you for supporting my Novel! Also follow me at facebookPage: International_Pen Books

"I love chocolate." After finishing the chocolate cupcakes, Amanda led James upstairs to his bedroom, which was at the far end of the corridor opposite Kevin and Emma's master bedroom, while Emma went to check on Ivy after learning the little girl had been looking for her since morning. Emma entered Ivy's room and found her sleeping soundly but her storybooks still lay on the duvet. Emma tucked Ivy into the blanket and kissed her on the cheek. Her heart brimmed with love and tenderness as she watched the little girl drift off to dreamland. She took Ivy's favorite storybook, The Sleeping Beauty, from her hands and placed it on the table beside the bed, thinking her obsession with fairy tales

“You have a fever. Do you think you're getting the flu?" Anne pondered, still measuring Zylah's temperature by her throat and cheeks." I have a painkiller in my bag, if you need it. "I don't feel bad like I'm sick," said Zylah, swallowing dry. She looked out the window again." I feel physically bad... It's like my energy is being sucked in. Does that make sense?

In the quiet dawn of a new day, the sun's gentle rays filter through the curtains, casting a soft glow over the room where 3-year-old Theo sleeps peacefully. Nanny Hazel stirs from her slumber, her senses attuned to the subtle shifts in the morning air. As she approaches Theo's bedside, a wave of concern washes over her as she notices the warmth radiating from his small body. With a tender touch, Hazel places her hand on Theo's forehead, her heart sinking as she confirms the presence of a fever. In that moment, her instincts as a caregiver kick in, propelling her into action to address Theo's sudden illness with care and urgency.

Bask in the wonderful smell of books, the heat of the warm fireplace, or the comfy-looking red couch with a blanket, where I could lose myself in a book. But I had the dinner, so I needed to be fast. My fingers trailed the spines of the books as my eyes skimmed the titles. Searching for something. Anything that could tell me more about the province I found myself in. I was still searching when I felt a shadow loom behind me. Without thinking, I pulled out the book my fingers were on, turned around swiftly, and lunged the book at my attacker’s head. “What the hell, Selena!” My mouth popped open as Kael growled in pain, his hand holding a red part of his head where a lump was already forming a

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—”