Novel & Cerita The Fevered Bookaholic

“Haven’t you said it before?” “Yes, but maybe they don’t remember and reading this will make them understand this book better. So yes,” She is suddenly facing the wall beside her, “I want you guys to read the first book. ‘Asteria: The Fey King’s Mate’. It’s exclusively on N******t, so I couldn’t upload it here. I am sorry for that, I really am but this will make you understand a lot of things better and I hope you like it.”

“ So listen to me carefully and follow every word that I say to him. Earth gave a nod and just waited for him to give the instructions. When Lark finished, his eyes became so round and he looked like his blood all came to his cheeks as he blushed upon learning the ways. “Are you for real?” he asked to confirm “You don’t believe me? Then forget it, this will only give him a bad impression of you for living him out there alone. Can you believe a friend you are close to would ever leave you for who knows how long? And do you think that just the two of us would be enough to look for the book you are looking for? Every day this room arranges its book on its own and I learned that the pieces of in

Fucked me like he was writing a goddamn novel with every thrust. Chapter One: Spread Wide. Chapter Two: Louder. Chapter Three: Don’t You Dare Stop— “Cabin fever kicking in yet?” he asked, pouring more coffee. I took another sip. “I’ve been stuck in this lodge with an egomaniac who thinks ‘bestseller’ means ‘sex god.’ I passed fever three orgasms ago.” He moved closer. Leaned against the counter beside me, our hips almost touching. “So you admit it.” “Admit what?”

I'm going crazy," she scolded herself, trying to focus on reading the book. As she immersed herself in the book, the room's unsettling atmosphere seemed to fade, replaced by the intriguing words on the pages. Aleah couldn't help but feel a mix of curiosity and frustration about Hunter. He was a puzzle she wanted to solve, yet his enigmatic nature left her feeling uncertain. The anticipation of their next conversation lingered in her mind, making it difficult to concentrate fully on the book.

"But that fever… it’s dangerous. We need to know what caused it." I hesitated, remembering the bottle in my purse. Reluctantly, I called him over. "Rowan, there’s something I need to show you…" I said softly. He stopped pacing and took a seat beside me, eyes wary. "What is it?" I pulled the small bottle from my purse, holding it out. "I found this under Liam’s bed, just before we left. It’s called Fervexin." His brow furrowed. "Okay…" "My sister used it as a child," I explained. "If taken in overdose, it can cause high fevers. It was her way of fooling our parents to get out of school."

BREAKFAST IN THE ALPHA’S BED My name is Lira, a lowly maid in the Ironclaw pack, barely out of my first shift. I had dreamed of this moment….serving breakfast to the Alpha himself in his private chamber. It was an honor, a thrill that made my pulse race as I balanced the silver tray laden with fresh venison strips, warm bread slathered in honey, and a steaming pot of herbal tea. The scent of the food mingled with the earthy aroma of the den's stone walls, but nothing compared to the intoxicating pull of the Alpha's territory that drew me closer with every step.

I’ve always been crazy about books. Ever since I was a kid, I’d spend hours in the library, running my fingers over the covers, breathing in that old paper smell. It’s like the stories were part of me. My name is Eliza, and I run this small library in a quiet town. No one comes here much, which is fine by me. It gives me time to be alone with my books. But my love for them has turned into something more. I have this secret fetish. I dream about the characters jumping out of the pages and touching me, holding me, doing things to me that make my body heat up. It’s embarrassing to admit, but just thinking about it gets me excited. My heart beats fast, and I feel a wetness between my legs that I

Little did I know, the spark was about to become a raging inferno, courtesy of something far beyond the mortal realm. It started on a rainy Friday night. I’d come home exhausted from a long week, my blouse clinging to my skin from the downpour outside. I kicked off my heels, letting them thud against the hardwood floor, and poured myself a glass of merlot. The apartment felt emptier than usual; my last girlfriend had left months ago, citing my “workaholic tendencies” as the reason. Truth be told, I missed the warmth of a body next to mine, the soft curves and whispered promises in the dark. To distract myself, I rummaged through the old box of junk in my closet— relics from my rebellious pha

She couldn't. The book tumbled to the floor as he yanked her thighs apart. No more patience. No more hesitation. Just the raw, desperate heat of her body clenching around him as he fucked her like the illustrations promised—hard, deep, unforgiving. Duy Nam fucked Ánh Nguyệt relentlessly—bent over the bed, her legs hooked over his shoulders, pressed against the wall with her silk robes shoved up around her waist. Every page of that damned book came alive beneath his hands, her moans growing louder, her body slick and swollen with need.

Arian's pov I never thought a book club meeting could feel like a battlefield. Today, we are reading The Art of Forbidden by Linda Lively, and from the very moment I flipped through its pages, my face had been hot. The story is about a powerful president who was secretly in love with his male secretary, and if that wasn’t bold enough, the prose was filled with intimacy, longing, and heat. Naturally, everyone thought it would be for people to take turns reading aloud. But I wasn't really in the mood to read, not after what the police said to me.