Book Reader Journal Novels & Stories

I was about to see a time before the one I read. “A diary?” I ask, gingerly picking up the book. “No, a journal. And proof that every family is as fucked up as yours.”

That was the most random thing I'd ever heard from luis and I honestly wasn't sure how to respond. "A book... About what?" I was afraid to ask. He snickered. "Don't sound too excited for me, lynn. It's going to be a book about life advice and how to stop being an asshole to yourself. I'm going to make it like a journal. I tell you a piece of advice with my clever musings, and then the reader will have a space to write about that piece of advice." I stopped and grabbed his arm as a grin stretched my lips. "I actually don't hate that idea at all."

My body trembled with excitement and anticipation as I opened the door further until I saw a—book? The corner of my lips curled down in disappointment. It was just an old, dusty journal. Nothing special, like some cursed object or anything. I pulled out the journal and dusted it off. I coughed as the dust flew off. Goddess, it was in a terrible condition. How old was this book? “So, this was it?” I said and looked around. All the safe unlocking was for an old journal. Blowing some breath out of my mouth, I pushed the shelf back to its place and stacked the books back in their rows.

Misty’s temperament seems harmless to her, but with his genetics, that could be a false sense of security. Acheki walked to the holographic desk and reserved a private study room. He held out his wrist. The robot librarian scanned his wrist, pulling up his library information. In a robotic tone, it repeated what was on the screen. “Jalefel Acheki. Return book date, march eleventh. Book One Day and Night: the carnal diaries. Book Two Chasing Spirits. Book Three Living in the Human World.” He covered his face. It wouldn’t have been a problem if he was alone, but someone else heard his reading list. He glanced at her briefly. Akaisha wasn’t paying attention. The robrarian unlocked a private roo

Piling them, one on top of the other, my only hope was that if anyone else should come into the house and entered this room, that no one would notice their state in the dim light of the room. Gathering my equipment and carefully placing the journal in my backpack, I vowed to continue reading the book as soon as I had the opportunity.

The ladies all giggle and Julie stands, handing a new bookmark to each of us. "Yes. We figured we'd get you ones that suited you a little better." she says. The new one is dark blue with gold lettering that says 'Real men read dirty books'. I smile and look over at Ev who's showing Harper his excitedly. "These are great. Thank you." I say just as Bri nudges me. "Oh! Tell them your joke, love!" Harper says excitedly. Ev rolls his eyes before addressing the group.

A desk that looked untouched for years. I closed the door behind me. My fingers hovered over the spines of books, not really reading, just feeling. My chest tightened when I saw one with a cracked leather cover and initials burned into the corner: J.D.V. My mother’s best friend. Gianna De Vera. The one we’d just buried. I pulled the book down. It wasn’t a novel—it was a journal. Dates ran across the top of each page, shaky handwriting below. I flipped to the back.

I was disappointed when I realised that this wasn’t a standardised book with contents and labelled pages; it was a journal. I wanted to put it back on the shelf, but I knew it was the only way I would be able to get to the bottom of things. I had no choice. I flipped the page, my eyes scrolling through each word. I didn’t want to miss anything. After reading the first three pages, I decided to get comfortable on the chair perched at the corner of the study where the window was. Engulfing the book in my hands, I took long strides. I glanced at the scenery outside the window before sitting, and the minute my bottom collided with the chair. I felt a form of relaxation.

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Besides the boredom, I was a snoopy woman and everyone should've known that by now. My eyes fall on the large map spread out on the desk and my interest in it increased. Without thinking, I reached out for it. It was a map of a pack- not his pack but another pack nearby. He probably wanted to destroy it just like he did to mine. I found it boring so I decided to look away and pick up the old, leatherbound book that seemed to be tearing apart from the inside. As I opened it, I realized, it was a journal- Raymond’s journal. I froze and then kept it aside, I couldn't read his journal or anyone's, that was a private. I wouldn't want someone to read mine if I ever wrote anything.