Novel & Cerita Booktok Event

I turned back to Bernard. “I want to organize a book drive.” That got his full attention. I kept going before embarrassment could stop me. “Not just random donations. A proper event. Something targeted. Students. High schools. Underserved communities. We can get sponsors involved, maybe corporate partnerships, maybe even direct pledges. If it’s done right, it can fund actual books, not just leftovers people want to get rid of.” Bernard was listening closely now. Not politely. Actually listening. And somehow, that made me speak more confidently.

Earlier, Daniel had told Alissa that the book conference in JW Mariott was a big event that every publishing company in the states and some from other parts of the world would participate in. It was an understatement because it wasn’t just big, it was huge and Alissa could see hundreds, tons of people with a few familiar faces at sight. Celebrities take a picture with their fans while writers are on every booth doing a book signing of their own. Fans can be seen in a long queue just to see them and Alissa saw one of her favorite writers.

"I mean, yeah! If anyone wants me to sign their books, I'll be happy to." I shot Jaxon a sheepish look, hoping that he wasn't too angry that I'd extended the event without checking in first. The event had just gone so well that I'd forgotten there was even a potential threat from the Vitullos. I was aware that being at the bookstore longer could potentially open us up to danger, but I just felt confident it would be okay. I sighed in relief as Jaxon shot me a reassuring smile and a wink from his front row seat. I blew him a kiss before turning my attention to the line of people that wanted me to sign their books.

The invitation arrived by email, on an anonymous account created by Luka specifically for literary matters. “Dear L. V. Eclipse, Shadow and Light Publishing has the honor of inviting you to the first exclusive literary event of the ‘Voices in the Dark’ series in São Paulo. There will be only 80 guests—selected readers, survivors, writers, and professionals in the field. No photos, no recordings, no disclosure of identity. Your presence would be a milestone for many women who found strength in your words.

"A reading?" "Tomorrow night," she says. "After the First Contact event. A public reading of selected chapters. You, performing your own story. Millions will attend virtually. It’s perfect publicity timing." I look at the clock. 12 hours. "Tomorrow is... complicated," I say. "It's dangerous," Alex says, taking the phone. "Evelyn's loyalists are planning an attack. A public event makes us a target." "We can secure the feed," the publisher argues. "Virtual attendance only."

“The reason we have called you all is to announce an annual book fair solely sponsored by the Armani Holdings and organised by Woods Publishing. It’s an opportunity for amateurs and seasoned writers to advertise their books, gain readers and have lively interaction with them. Unlike the other book fairs, this will be a weekend affair with exciting activities for both the readers and writers in hopes of inspiring their passion. The best part about this is we will have a separate section for the pups with games and engaging activities. At the end of this fair, we will also be having a lucky draw for both the groups—readers and writers with some exciting prizes. All the details will be updated

“You ok?” “Yeah. I just wanted to get a present for Russell.” “Giant cookie? Great gift idea. Nothing says ‘Proud of you’ like a cookie bigger than your head.” “Yeah. Well, I better go. We’re planning the event for my book launch.” “Last in the series, right? We finally find out what happened to Emily’s mother?” “Maybe. Felicity’s Books is doing preorders by the way. All signed.” “Already placed my order.”

The next day, the book signing event took place as scheduled. The event was held on the third floor of Book Haven. Even before the entry time, a large crowd of readers had already gathered outside. A dozen security guards were stationed there to maintain order. By the entrance, there was a large display stand neatly stacked with Mindy's new book, "Seven Days". There was also a life-sized standee featuring the book's cover and several cartoon representations of the key characters. "Holy—there are so many people!" a young woman exclaimed as she stepped in, startled by the scene.

Her southern accent slipped into her tone when she asked me that. “Yeah, I guess.” I mumbled. “Excellent. Now, I can tell you about Eagle Eye’s marketing campaign.” She beamed. I tuned her out before she even began. I was in no mood to listen to her. Though my ears did pick up on the ATIAC — The Annual Tech Innovation Award Ceremony. It was the most exclusive event in the international business circuit and rotated locations every year. The upcoming award ceremony will be happening in two weeks time. Attending this high profile event will pull the Booker's name out of the gutters.

And here I am, cutting things close to the wire, but there was no way I was going to miss this event, not for anything. Suddenly, I feel strong hands grip my shoulders, gently but firmly pushing me down into a chair. I look up to see Demitri standing over me, a smirk on his face. I glare at him, but he only shrugs and lets out a soft chuckle, clearly unfazed. The room around us is buzzing with energy, filled with authors at their tables displaying all sorts of extravagant setups—banners, exclusive bookmarks, even themed merchandise like mini handcuffs and… sex toys. Meanwhile, at my table, there’s just me and these three men. I have books and such and as well, but it's these three who are th