Novel & Cerita Booktok Historical Fiction

My heart is, and always will be yours. Jane Austen. While Sarah was looking at books with Finn, Annie wandered around looking at the new releases. There were a few historical novels that looked interesting but then she spotted one that really caught her eye. She wandered over to the very busy display, it was much busier here than anywhere else in the store. Picking up a copy of the book she flipped it over to read the blurb on the back. She was surprised to see it was a book about the Templars when she was jostled from all sides as shoppers grabbed a copy for themselves. Frowning, Annie moved away from the crowd and flicked through the book, it seemed the book depicted the Templars as humans

“But immediately you feel better, I’m taking you down here. What kind of books do you like? Fiction, non-fiction or historical?” “Any really, but mostly historical.” I replied in a more cherry voice. Her excitement is starting to rub off on me. “Ooohh, which books have you read? I bet you that I know.” “Lycan history mostly.” Her smile broadened. “I have just what you would love.”

Arielle rolled her eyes but smiled faintly. “Suit yourself.” She wandered into a bookstore nearby. The cool smell of paper and wood filled the small space. For the first time all day, she felt relaxed. No tense silences. No careful conversations. Just quiet. After twenty minutes she returned outside with a book in her hands. Roman glanced at the cover. “Romance?” “Absolutely not.” “Looks suspicious.” “It’s historical fiction.” “Same thing.” Arielle laughed despite herself. “You’re impossible.” Roman opened the car door again.

He would have, right? I shook my head again and concentrated on the book placed on my lap. It was one of the British, historical romance fictions set during the World War Two. I had randomly picked it up at the bookstore and somehow felt myself drawn towards it. Sappy novel with mopey dialogues and dragged out bits, it still provided me with much needed solace.

Dad went still suddenly as though listening to something that I couldn't hear before smiling at me ruefully. "I think our food is ready, let me check it out.". Then he was out of the room almost as quickly as he had entered. He never let me help out despite my attempts to do so. Shaking my head at his indulgence, I moved to another library stack only to catch sight of a book that brought me to a pause. My hands shook as I picked up the book. It was titled The History of Kings. It was a compilation of information about the Alpha Kings including my father who had reigned.

Maya's POV The bookstore was the kind that existed in coastal towns with enough history in them.... not the curated aesthetic of a shop that had decided to be charming, but the accumulated charm of somewhere that had simply been there, with the same owner or a succession of them, long enough to develop its own gravity. Books arranged in a way that made sense to someone who wasn't us I had been looking at a shelf of local histories.... the kind that documented coastlines and their buildings and the slow stories of communities that didn't make national headlines... when Alex disappeared.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

I asked, as if I wanted to read now before going to bed. He nodded. "Yes, ma'am, we do. But, you have to hand us your ID or anything important to you so we can have the assurance that you'll return the book again." "Hmm… I see. I would like to borrow two." "Please help yourself." I approached the bookshelves and looked for a book that I could read. I was looking for a catchy title. Most of these books are romance themed. Until I saw the book entitled Staged Smiles. It caught my attention so I grabbed it from the shelves. I also grabbed one story which is Philippines' historical fiction themed. Then I went back to the counter.

Hyun asked. "Well, for this book, I have to say that it's really business driven. They wanted me to come up with another book very quickly. I figured that the best way to do that was to get inspirations from different people's experiences and work on whatever I got from them. A little twist on this, some exaggeration on that. That's how I did the story. But of course, every adjustment had to make sense and that's were the harder part came," Cela explained. "So you mean, this novel is purely fictional?" he asked.

He takes it and scans the lines quickly. “Where did you get this?” I ask. “My parents collected books from all over the world. I have no idea where this one came from.” His face stays mostly blank as he reads. He clearly doesn’t care much for old books. “These are just boring words.” “This is history about Zephyra’s kind. They’re called Crimson Born in this book, and if you look here, they have a queen usually sent down by the goddess.” “This is just fiction.” “Who writes fiction this way?” I groan. “Look at how it’s written