Booktok Decor Novels & Stories

Luc looked perfectly at home here. “Thanks. Deke didn’t help me decorate, in case you were wondering.” He winked. Deke decorating? The very idea made her laugh. Deke would hang gun racks and litter the floor with shell casings. In his eyes, infrared binoculars would be the perfect coffee table conversation piece. TV trays, any old couch, and a bank of security cameras, period. He’d never need anything else for entertainment. “That, I’d believe. You did this?” “With a little help from a friend who’s an interior decorator.”

They apparently did online orders, too. A tiny seating area donned the center of the room with celestial-patterned fabric. Flanking the curved settees were shallow bookshelves showcasing knickknackssmall handmade straw brooms with witch slogans, crystal balls, and gemstones. The front desk displayed postcards of Wiccan rituals. The walls were painted a calming seafoam green and the ceiling was navy blue with yellow stars. They even had dried black walnut branches affixed to make it look like a canopy. Skills. Everything from the atmosphere to their merchandise played into the Galloway island lore and trapped clientele into not only buying, but coming back for more. Homey, inviting, and delig

Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’. “A bookstore?” I look at Bronx reluctantly. “Trust me.” He opens a heavy wooden door and lets me step inside. “Tyree, shop’s closed until we come back out.” “Understood, Mister Mason.” Tyree stands in front of the door as it closes. Inside, they stacked the store floor to ceiling with shelves of books that look like they could cave in at any moment. The shelves are made of dark painted wood and someone haphazardly shoved most of the books in place. The shelves at the top are heavy with dust and cobwebs. I take another step inside to see more of the intriguing place. The air is still and smells like old parchment and

She turned and stepped back into the house. “Well,” she said over her shoulder. “Come inside before the Alpha starts growling.” Cassian did not deny the accusation. Inside, the house smelled strongly of herbs and smoke. Books filled nearly every wall. Old ones. Some bound in leather darker than Ava had ever seen. Others made of strange materials that looked more like bark than paper. Leana cleared a wide wooden table with a quick sweep of her hand. “Let’s see it.” Ava carefully placed the book in front of her.

And finally, there’s his new friend, whose tree features book ornaments, including miniature bookstores. Akio loves being able to showcase their’ unique passions through their individual trees, and even though they insist he doesn’t have to go through all the trouble, he likes to think they enjoy returning to their room after a long day of work and seeing the homey Christmas decor Akio has set up for them, his way of showing his love for them. Nikolai lowers himself onto one of the sitting area’s armchairs, reaching out to catch Akio’s hand and reel him in closer.

Each section was clearly labelled, handwritten in black ink on what looked like old parchment, and I let my fingers brush over the top of the smooth stones as I passed. There were shelves on every wall, stacked high with books: some looked old and worn, whilst others looked like new-age literature, freshly printed with glossy, colourful covers. There were wall hangings of all different shapes and sizes, some with chakras on, some with celestial patterns, and others with abstract shapes and sewn in earthy colours. I wondered if this was where Aradia had found my wall hanging, and the thought of her in here, shopping for me, made my heart swell.

The doorbell over the door rang when he entered, and for an instant, he stood still—not uncertain, but due to the strange warmth that rushed up to meet him. It smelled like cardamom tea and old parchment. Music was playing softly in the background—something acoustic, not jarring. Books lined every wall, their spines lovingly lined up by color and genre. A shelf of poetry books sat in the corner, surrounded by dried lavender and hand-painted bookmarks. And behind the counter. she stood there. Lena had just rolled a stack of children's books under the register when she looked up—and they made eye contact. For the first time.

Soft rugs were scattered around in different shapes that were playful, comforting. Against the far wall, a reading nook had been built with shelves filled from top to bottom. Picture books for the little ones, novels of all kinds for the older ones. Damn near every topic that you could think of. Fiction, non-fiction, manga, history, lore, etc. A huge, cushioned bench wrapped along the windows, covered in pillows so fluffy even I wanted to curl up on them.