Booktok Books Without Spice Novels & Stories

Pizza is probably one of my comfort foods when I am feeling down or just want to be happy. I kept on eating, not really conscious of my weight since even though I ate too much, it didn't really affect my weight. My stomach felt like it was going to explode from fullness, but there were still several slices of pizza left that I couldn't finish, so I decided to have them wrapped to take home and reheat later. After finishing my meal, I decided to visit a bookstore to look for some books to read during my free time. I saw an English book written by JK Rowling called "Casual Vacancy," which I had heard a lot about, so I decided to buy it. I also bought a couple of books written by Johanna Lindse

I pulled out the latest BookTok darling from my backpack—the one with the cover everyone was blushing over—and flipped to where I’d left off. The girl in the book was officially snowed in at a remote cabin with her hot, brooding not-uncle and his even hotter sons. It was chaotic, messy, probably deeply inappropriate—and I was all in. I’d just hit the chapter with the spicy scene. You know the one. A fireplace. A blizzard. Tension so thick it needed a crowbar. I took a long sip of my lavender drink and sank deeper into the fantasy. This? This was exactly what I needed.

She was never a reader, particularly because her father never had any money to afford the books. Erica wiped her tears and walked close to the shelves, she picked up a book that attracted her eyes the most, it had velvet cover and it was labeled as ‘History of Flowers’, there was no author name on it. She opened the book, there were no contents either, just a blank page. She turned the page and immediately she was hit by a very sweet smell. The page was labeled as ‘redoca’, she turned the page and she smelled a different smell, more spicy and stinging, that page was labeled as ‘geory’.

She looks me over one last time before walking off, and I grind my teeth together in aggravation. Every time I bring up my major, I get the same looks. People just assume I am a wolfbagger, but I'm not. I genuinely find supernatural history interesting. I am not studying werewolves, so I can trick a werewolf into giving me long life or mating with me. I like learning about all of them, dragons, sirens, and fairies I sigh as I collect my pile of books. I already paid my tab on the cafe's app, so there is no need to call my disgusted waitress back over. I pull my jacket on and pick up my loaded book bag.

Turning the cover for me to see he said, “So this is your favorite book, huh?” Wondering what had him looking so sly I focused my eyes on the cover and I immediately felt a rush of heat flare through my body. The cover had a picture of the naked anatomy of a man and woman embracing each other sensually and the title read, ‘100 ways to spice up your life.' “If this is what you were here searching for in the library then I don’t think I have any problem,” he laughed patronizingly, and flicking through the pages he stopped at one and reading the words on it he continued, “Try being intimate in random or unfamiliar places-”

I slip it from the rest, concealing it behind me. "It's alright, we don't care either way if you read it," he says, vacuous, without gazing upward from his undertaking. He is by all accounts inspecting the spines of each book, searching for a specific title that has a place with the book he wants. I move over to his side, noticing now the genuine likenesses between Felix and Liam; their almost indistinguishable looks aside from the scar and the hair. This time he hasn't behaved like a downer, which is an or more, and furthermore a side of him that is enjoyably new to me. He grins as he separates the book we want, a dusty one that isn't thick in any way. The side peruses Summer Kitchen: 100 T

Hi!!! Just wanted to pop in and say thank you for taking the time to read my work. This is the final book in my Unspoken Trilogy. Hope you enjoy reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!! Book 1 - Unspoken Promises Book 2 - Unspoken Truths Book 3 - Unspoken Desires If you’re starting this novel without reading the previous books - you may get a little lost with all the characters and the fast paced events. ——————————- Chapter 1

If there was an answer anywhere… It would be here. I searched through the oldest section first, carefully running my fingers across cracked leather bindings faded by time. One book after another came off the shelf. None of them mentioned curses. I kept looking. Finally… One worn spine caught my attention. Across the faded cover, a single word had been pressed into the leather. Curses. I carefully pulled the heavy book free. Dust drifted into the air as I carried it to a nearby table and sat down. Taking a steady breath, I opened the first page. “Well…” I whispered to myself. “Here we go.”

Well, that's a tad bit suspicious. Without hesitation, I stepped inside. It was dark—too dark. I fumbled along the wall until I found a switch, then clicked it on. Warm yellow light spread across the room. The study wasn’t big, nowhere near the scale of the Royal Library back home. Still, books lined every shelf, and I had to work with what I had. I scanned through book titles—cookbooks, history records… boring, boring, boring. No books on magic. Or potions. Or even warfare.

The faint scent of something dark and expensive lingering in the air wood, spice, something almost smoky. Elias ran a finger along the spines, scanning titles. History. Economics. Philosophy. Control disguised as curiosity, he thought absently. He crouched to reach the lower shelf, pulling out one book, then another. When he straightened, his elbow brushed the desk. Something slid. He caught it automatically before it hit the floor. A matchbook. Black. Matte. Thick cardstock. Elias stared at it. His pulse kicked hard enough to make his ears ring.