Booktok Bag Novels & Stories

When I unzipped it this time I had more time to look through and see what seemed to be an almost endless amount of paperwork on Alpha Ian of the Midnight Pack. "I wish I had a notebook and something to write with so that I could take notes." I said to Aerona. "Maybe you should check the bag. You know dad. He thinks of everything." She said to me. I rifled around in the bag when sure enough I felt the telltale small metallic spirals that indicated a spiral notebook was in the bag. I grabbed it and pulled it out to find two mechanical pencils tucked nicely into the spirals and a lead refill container taped to the front and scrawled across the cover in my dad's handwriting were the words JUST I

It was from Thane. It contained a designer gym bag, glossy black leather and gold zippers. The card read: "If you're going to train, do it properly. – T." I rolled my eyes. "Seriously?" But I reached out and touched the bag. It was exorbitantly priced, unlike my plain backpack that I had been using. Part of me was irritated that he was once again trying to intrude. Another part of me… well, I couldn't help the flush in my chest.

He nodded slowly and before he could say anything more, the bedroom door swung open. Erick and Jess stood at the doorway; they were both breathless, so we knew they were running. Jess held one of the thickest books I had ever seen; it was a large brown book with golden decals swirled throughout the cover. In the front of the book, in a silvery oval was a white infinity symbol I didn’t quite recognize and then written in white above the symbol read: Book of Magic. “Woah…” I breathed, staring at the book. It was real.

For now. Her journey home was a bit more lavish than her hike into town. The Lord’s gigantic pickup truck bumped and bustled, and she sat with her old and dusty shoes kicked up on the luxurious navy-cushioned bench across from her. She peered past the silky curtain of the back window once again to check on the petite bag there. Silvers and two spell books, not bad, not bad at all. You know that fluttering feeling your heart gets when someone attractive locks eyes with you? That’s how I feel right now every time I look at that little bag. She thought to herself.

I replied. Matt handed me a paper bag with no further inquiries. It has a leaf logo on the front with a calligraphic historian written underneath. He uttered no words, yet my mind was already entrenched with ideas. "I'm not sure whether that's the precise book you're looking for," he remarked, taking a seat on the couch. The smell of the ancient books funnels through my nostrils, making me sneeze. I parted the paper bag into two and took a peek inside.

she says and suddenly breaks our eye contact. “What?” I ask. “Come,” she replies and moves towards the table. Reaching the table, she sets down a leather satchel I didn't notice she was carrying in her cloak. The sound the satchel makes when it hits the table is a heavy sound, as if something dense is inside the satchel. “What’s that?” I look at her. “Your future,” she says simply. My future? Next, I watch as she opens the satchel and pulls out a book. The cover of the book is made with black leather and it looks so worn-out that it's almost gray now. The binding is cracked with age, and there are symbols carved into the front.

Inside was a small leather bag, black, sturdy, and clearly hand-stitched with a silver moon symbol on the flap. I gasped. “Eri…. this is beautiful.” “It has hidden pockets,” she said proudly. “To keep your things safe. You can use it to carry herbs or anything else you might need. It’s also light enough to hide under your uniform jacket and cap.” I hugged it close. “Thank you. I love it.” She smiled, finally happy again. “I wanted to give you something useful, not just pretty.” “This is perfect,” I said honestly. “Everything about it.”

I nodded encouragement, curious myself about what Alex had chosen. She took the bag cautiously, as if it might contain something dangerous. Peering inside, her eyes widened. "Wow." "What is it, Em?" I asked, moving closer. She pulled out three books – beautifully illustrated hardcovers about space exploration, female scientists, and a novel featuring a young girl inventor. They were exactly the kind of books she loved, just like her had gotten her yesterday. "These are... really cool," she admitted reluctantly, examining the covers. "I wanted to read this one, but the library doesn't have it yet."

He pointed with his thumb towards the pack on his back. Leah placed the backpack down the ground with a loud thud to which Tyson heard and quickly came to our side and opened the bag. The look on their faces was unreadable when they looked at what was inside. They both looked at each other before they glanced at me with a serious face. I furrowed my brow at them. “What?”, my eyes darting from both of them. I took a quick glance at Mike and back to the both who were standing beside the backpack I carried – walking towards them, my gaze slowly shifting from what was inside the bag. There lay the book that transported me to this world. My heart beat in fear.

Liam nods while Lukas says he will be in his room. I move towards the couch and open it. I frown as I take an expensive bag from the box. It is rectangular in shape, with soft leather in a buttery tan-brown color. The brand’s logo is embossed near the top center of the bag. It has a spacious main compartment with additional smaller compartments for organization. I smirk as I look at him. “What is this?” “An apology gift,” he answers. “Your apology is an expensive seven-digit bag?” He nods.