Novel & Cerita Booktok Calendar

The calendar on the wall of the kitchen was a physical object. Paper. Ink. A picture of a lighthouse for the month of October. Cale stood in front of it, a red marker in his hand. He stared at the date: October 14th. "It is a Tuesday," Cale said. Elion looked up from his laptop. He was sitting at the kitchen table, finalizing the edits on his second book. The first one had sold well enough to fix the roof and buy a new water heater, which Cale referred to as the "Thermal Core."

“I will spend some more time here.” “Why”? Chance was puzzled, while Terrence simply stared at him. “You’re kicking me out?” Terrence asked. “What?! No”! Chance declared loudly. “Just, come here.” he nodded and headed in. The place was a complete mess, a reason why Chance didn’t want Terrence to come in, but somehow Terrence seemed unfazed by the chaos. “Make yourself comfortable I guess.” Chance shrugged. Chance was busy setting up some of the stuff in the living room when his eyes fell on the Calendar. There were some important dates marked, including the days he did it with Terrence. For some reason seeing it ticked him off. It took him a while before he could finally comprehend.

She cleared her throat and went back to being serious. “Here are the rough schedules for the next two months,” she said, opening a planner and thrusting it at me. “When you put something in this book, you also MUST put it on the online calendar so the engineers and everyone else know who to expect and when, got that? I haven’t even let you touch this yet, it IS your bible, you guard it with your damn life. Online isn’t enough, you must also have a hard copy at all times. You call three days before to confirm and then you also call the day before, people are stupid,” she said, standing up and taking off her jacket.

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

My mind started working as I thought about everything I had to do in the next two days, and what we had on hand to make a little girl's ninth birthday tea party magical. I walked around the counter and picked up our book, then flipped through the pages until I got to the event sheets. "Here," I said, walking back to him with a clipboard and pen. "Fill this out with the date, time, place, and budget, and I'll see what I can do." "Seriously??" he asked, his handsome face blossoming with hope. "Seriously," I replied with a nod, then gasped when he crushed me to him in a bear hug.

Chapter 13: "The Coven's Invitation," ───── ❝ R U B Y F R I D A Y ' S P O V ❞ ──── ║ Gregorian Calendar ║ 01 - 02 - 2027 ║ ║ Saturday ║ Free Day ║

Before they could witness the blue moon, they have still six days to wait who will be the father of the KING of ALPHA. Meanwhile.. It was a dark night when Into was standing at the too of his building looking up above taking a glance to the moon. "I will be the father of King of Alpha, no matter what happen and no matter what happen I won't allow anyone to stop me from it." Imre speak to himself making himself strong enough to get to be the Alpha male. And so with Lex who were sitting on his chair and thinking so deep about the female Alpha. He was thinking who would really be the male Alpha.

And something unexpected: “Creative Check-In: Katherine Brown — Thursday 5:30 p.m.” He didn’t remember scheduling it. He certainly didn’t approve it. But there it was. Blocked. Recurring. Weekly. He closed his calendar. Stared at the screen. And said, out loud, to absolutely no one: “Unacceptable.” But he didn’t delete it. ---

I remained standing though. She reached for her phone. "I have a planner." She unlocked the screen. "I've kept a list." She reached for her phone and unlocked it. Several tabs were already open. Venue brochures. Guest lists. Appointment reminders. Her thumb moved across the screen before stopping. "What about November?" She looked up. I glanced toward the window. November was only a few months away. "November works." Celeste's breath caught briefly, then she nodded. "November." She placed the phone beside her.

But she… didn’t flinch. Lena walked over to a little table display and picked up a thin, cloth-bound book. She walked over to him, holding it out like an offering. *The Quiet Between Lightning Strikes.* A poetry book. The cover was old and nubbly, the title scribbled in fine silver ink. Julian stared at it like it was an alien thing. "What's this?" "A book," she said, smiling. "I told you. I don't—"