Novel & Cerita Booktok Candles

The fragrance filled the room, creating an atmosphere of calm and serenity. Next, I lit the candles. I had chosen a variety of sizes and shapes, all in soft, muted colors that complemented the lavender of my nightgown. Their flickering flames cast a gentle, golden glow throughout the bathroom, their light dancing on the walls and ceiling. The candles added a touch of magic to the room, transforming it into a sanctuary where I could escape from the world and its troubles.

“That's not how you talk about my cooking. He frowned. “That's not what I meant. It smells like an animal in heat. “It's probably just my mother's friend Cynthia. She does tarot readings at a store downtown and they burn all kinds of incense. The scent follows her like a cloud. She would be the type of woman who would wear a perfume called Eau de Wolf. Oh, that reminds me. ’ As the pasta boiled, I dragged the huge book Derek had given me from my backpack by the door and held it out to him. “My friend Derek gave me this. He's a mythology student and I think he can help me make a case to discredit Ruth...

The reply only urged her to pick up one of the candles as she squinted at the label, frowning when she had read it out loud. “Lavender?” she had asked with confusion. “What's so special about that?” “Ah, and honey too. Awesome, right?” I had waved the other candle in her face, a proud smile sitting comfortably on my lips. “They remind me of someone I like.” Baekalis had simply shrugged, taking the honey scented one from me and saying she was going to take it because she was curious about how it would smell like. Of course, I had let her take it, because neither of us had the strength to turn back and look for another one, and I didn't recall seeing another one on the rack.

… [3 days later] “Recently, The Pattinson Publication launched their first book publishing app along with 30 exclusive books. Among all of those, the book that gained everyone’s attention is named ‘Fragrance of LOVE’ by Tuberose. So far 100k ebook copies have been sold. The Publication has removed the book from the app and it’s only available for ebook and paperback.

Somewhere in the mess, a candle lay knocked over, wax hardened against the side. Then came the image again: Cassie and Ledger, laughing, holding hands. That stupid kiss. Her fingers flicked the lighter and a flame burst forth. Then she released her finger. She repeated the motions a few more times before leaving the flame on. Her eyes fell on the book shelf and before she knew it, she was setting the books on fire. “Let’s see how perfect she looks when everything’s gone.” The flames caught on the curtains and then began to spread. There was smoke and heat.

he ordered, his voice trailing away as he turned to leave. I dried quickly, leaving my hair tousled and damp after rubbing it through with my towel. Alex left the cabin door ajar, just enough for me to peek through. Wrapping the soggy towel around me, I tiptoed across the wooden floor. He pulled the curtains across the windows to darken the room, that way, we could appreciate the candlelight. Flames flickered in the fireplace, crackling softly as they feasted on the chopped wood and lint. It grew colder at night, but I didn't always notice because my men kept me warm in bed. He placed scented candles of assorted sizes around the room. I recognized the subtle hint of jasmine and chamomile, an

Running a business. ‘I have a question.’ ‘Yes, of course you do. Ask me anything.’ He was so cool and sophisticated and she was no more interesting than her seventeen-year-old self. ‘You want to know more about the product? It’s a really good-quality candle. It’s made of beeswax and it’s smokeless and virtually drip-free.’ ‘I can hardly contain my excitement.’ But he was smiling as he picked up the candle again and she had a feeling his mind was still on seduction rather than the product in his hand. ‘That wasn’t my question.’

I say, not bothering to pretend that’s not what I’m doing. “Candles are always good.” “How many and what scent?” I say, grabbing a cart and looking down the aisles until I find candles. “What surfaces do you have to put them on?” she asks. I think about the set up of my room. “A desk, a nightstand, a coffee table, and two end tables on either side of a loveseat.” “Two for the desk, three for the coffee table, and one each for the end and nightstands. I would go with something light, vanilla is always mild. Does she have a floral scent?”

Maybe they would be back by the time I was done picking some of the candles. Walking down the aisle of floral scented candles, I looked for one that'd cause an aphrodisiac effect, make sparks fly and ward off all his exhaustion. I might have just found it. Patchouli and rosewood. Delighted, I took the little jar secured with a red silk ribbon tied into a bow when two eyes white as a ghost's popped up at the back out of nowhere. A scream escaped my lips as I receded, my back hitting the shelf behind.

The scent of burning sage lingered in the air, mingling with the faint musk of leather and old parchment. Inside the library, Kelda carefully turned the brittle pages of an ancient tome, her fingers tracing the faint Norse etchings. The firelight from the hearth flickered against the towering bookshelves, casting moving shadows across the worn wooden floor.