Novel & Cerita Booktok Candles

He’s quite red and out of breath. "Well, please come on in," he moves over from the door and gestures into his room with a swoop of his hand. Giving him a weird look, and I walk into the room and gasp. His whole bedroom is lit up with candles. A soft orange glow basks the entire room with serenity as candles of all shapes and sizes burn with low lights. On the floors, there is a path formed by two lines of candles leading to Theon's spacious balcony, where a table is laid out for two on a pleasantly embroidered white tablecloth. Candles line the railing of the balcony, but unlike the ones in the room, those are electric to withstand the slight breeze that flows through the balcony.

“I couldn’t sleep… I was looking for a book.” With little choice, Sparkle walked into the room and took a quick look around. This room was gorgeous during the day, but at night, with flickering shadows floating around... it was purely amazing. Really, was there anything prettier than a firelight? When she shifted her gaze back to him, Sparkle realized the glow from the fire shining in his dark brown eyes was nearly hypnotic. Which was a silly thought to have, so she pushed it away fast. “Would you mind terribly if I borrow one of your books? TV is just so boring and…”

he teased. Ava’s heart raced as the telltale click of a lighter reached her ears. The aromatic scent of the candle reached her, bringing a calming sensation amid the growing anticipation. "I’ve always loved playing with candle wax, you know," Carver whispered, his breath caressing her ear, sending shivers down her spine. He let the candle burn for a moment, the soft glow illuminating the room, casting shadows that danced on the walls. The first drop of melted wax landed on her sensitive skin, and Ava gasped, her back arching in surprise. The warmth spread, fading to a gentle tingle.

She dropped a few drops of melted wax onto the plate and used it to secure the white, black, and purple candles in place. “Now they won’t move, and won’t drip wax onto the floor.” She waved her hand and I wanted to smack myself. “You think of everything Wendy.” Toya smiled wide at her and I could see a faint blush rise to her cheeks. Interesting. But I turned my mind back to the matter on hand. “Okay. Let’s start.” I lit the candles and used their flames to char some herbs. I ripped a few pieces of paper up and threw it into the bowl with the charred and burning herbs, lighting the pages. “Everything is in.”

But cross her, hurt someone she loves, and the toy poodle turns into Cerberus. “I’m going shopping later today,” she says, coming back behind the counter and pulling a notebook out of the drawer under the register so she can start making a list. “Shopping” is code for she’s traveling to another coven to purchase magical supplies. “Do you need anything?” “Black salt and mandrake root,” I tell her quietly, eyeing the couple who went right to the romance section. We’re the only independent bookstore in the area, and after the last big chain retailer went out of business, things really picked up for us.

Even while in the shop, it reminded her of old antique stores or junk stores except it smelled a lot like incense and it had different pots of herbs growing in the windowsills. The shop had everything, from carved candles which were the shop’s specialty and bestselling item, to a fully stocked apothecary with everything from mugwort to rosehips, an entire binder of custom oils and incense and a large selection of books. Behind a glass case in front of the cash register was a variety of tarot cards and silver occult jewelry, a shelf of statuettes of gods and goddesses of every ilk adorned one side of the shop and behind the front door, a small altar was tucked out of the way of customers’ fee

She tapped the page lightly and swung the book toward Maggie, so she could read the page. “Good!” Maggie exclaimed while she rushed to the corner cupboard in the pantry room and returned with a small box. She gently removed the top to expose a neatly packed array of candles and incense. Disappearing back into the pantry room, she returned with an armful of candle holders. Selecting some black candles and a large white candle, Maggie secured them in the holders. Pushing furniture out of her way, she placed the large white candle on the floor in the center of the room and then the black ones in the four corners of the room before lighting a long twig and handing it to Tara.

He really is a businessman. I shake my head in response. “No, the goal is to make the candles available to the people. Besides, I am using the average quality of ingredients. I use animal fat to make these candles. I would only use bees wax for commissions or for carved candles. The ingredients I use are available anywhere and there is no shortage for it. In fact, I can get it for free. So the price of 1 copper is justifiable.” Helio and Olivia were peacefully eating while watching the two of us exchange answers and questions. Whether they are enjoying it or even understanding it, I never knew. The exchange ended with Marcus convinced that my pricing was justified.

"Yes. I wanted to give you something different. Since rose petals are common, I chose spices. Besides, aren't they much healthier?" Sky nodded in agreement. "You are indeed full of surprises. My guess was wrong. But at least, I was right about the candles." "Not really," Louis quickly denied. "You mentioned romantic candles. What I prepared was an aromatherapy candle, and there aren't many. Just one. I remember clearly that you don't like waste, and you like uniqueness." Sky smiled meaningfully. "Is that why you prepared those books? So that our honeymoon will seem unique and different," she pointed to a small shelf placed near the bathtub.

It takes a second for my eyes to readjust from the bright sunshine to the dim, crowded room made dimmer by the haze of the incense smoke. "Well, hello there." The white-haired man looks up from a box of palo santo sticks and bundles of eucalyptus leaves and other herbs. "Back for more, eh? Or something new this time, perhaps?" "Same old, same old," I say. He nods and pulls down a stack of books from a shelf behind the counter. "Plenty more to choose from," he says, spreading them out on the countertop for me to parse through. "Funny how popular this subject has grown. I may move these out with the rest of the books." His eyes flicker to the large bookcase in the corner of the room next to a