Booktok Fest Novels & Stories

“8pm? Is something happening by 8pm?” Danica and Emmaline shared a look. “Perhaps...did you not hear about the festival?” I frowned. I was even more confused than ever. Emmaline saw how confused I was, and spoke up first. “There is a bonfire festival today.” Emmaline said, her eyes trailing down to my hands were the spell book sat. “Bonfire festival?” She snatched the book from hands and flung it hard to the bed. “Hey!” I yelled at her.

The conversations ended just before Anna said, “Love you.” “Missing Passover this year?” Nate empathized. “This year, the year before, the one before that. It’s not that I don’t want to go. My mom makes the best chopped liver, but I have a business to run. I know it’s hard for her to understand, but the L.A. Times Festival of Books is the biggest event on the West Coast next to the Book Expo and the Pitch Conference in New York City. Before the divorce, Henry always went. I have no choice. I have to be there in person representing the company.” Anna stated.

"Tuesdays are difficult." Elion laughed. "Yeah. Tuesdays." "Elion?" "Yeah?" "There is an event," Cale said. "Tonight." "What event?" "The bookstore in town. The turning Page. They posted a flyer. 'Local Author Night'." "I'm not a local author. I've lived here for six months." "You have a deed. You pay taxes. You are local." "I didn't tell them about the book." "I did," Cale said. Elion dropped the book. "You what?"

My eyes roll with disdain as my boots continue walking right back into the main banquet room. Booker greets our arrival with a loud, cheerful roar. “The prodigal alphas return to the feast! Now that our bodies are all here around the stone, as today’s birthday guy, let my mouth just say massive thanks to everyone for coming out to celebrate with my beast. Let's have a heavy toast!”