Booktok Journal Minimalist Edition

A week after I gave birth via C-section, Mark Whitman invited his friends over to celebrate the birth of our son. The crowd was boisterous—more than a dozen people. Not one of them bothered to remove their dirty shoes. The wooden floor was soon covered in muddy footprints. Mark came into the room and, without a hint of concern, ordered me out of bed. "Everyone's waiting outside. Don't just hide here and rest—you're embarrassing me in front of our guests." I had no choice but to push through the pain, forcing my body to prepare a huge meal for the large crowd, all on my own. When I carried the final bowl of steaming soup to the table, Lily Hoyte—whether intentionally or not—jabbed her hand against the wound on my abdomen. My hand trembled from the sudden pain, and the bowl slipped slightly, spilling the hot soup onto Lily's shoes. Mark's face darkened instantly. "What the heck did you do, Cammy? Lily rushed here right after her plane landed from overseas to see our son, and this is how you treat her?" The crowd quickly chimed in. "Come on, Cammy, no need to be so petty." "Mark and Lily grew up together. If there was really something between them, do you think you'd even be here now?" "Do you even know how much those shoes cost? They're limited edition—easily over ten thousand dollars. And you just ruined them." Lily stood up awkwardly, her eyes misting with tears. "If Cammy doesn't like me," she said softly, "then I'll leave. I don't want to be a bother." But Mark grabbed her hand in an exaggerated display of protection, his voice harsh as he turned to me. "Wipe Lily's shoes clean. Right now." His partiality for Lily made something sharp twist in my chest. My lips quivered as I fought back tears. "The wound on my stomach hasn't healed yet. I can't bend over." At that, his expression grew colder. "Don't use childbirth as an excuse. If you can't bend over, then kneel and wipe them. And if you won't, get out of my house!"

In the heart of Cedar Grove, shadows conceal more than secrets— they whisper truths. Dr. Isla Rivers never thought she'd return to her small hometown, let alone to the clinic her father built. But after his mysterious disappearance, Isla steps into his shoes, seeking solace among furry patients and the echoes of a life she left behind. The quiet town holds more than nostalgia, though. Strange sounds haunt her clinic, shadows stretch unnaturally, and whispers from her childhood dreams beckon her toward the unknown. When a journal marked with her father’s enigmatic crescent moon symbol appears, Isla is thrust into a world she never imagined—one where werewolves roam the woods, a prophecy threatens to unravel reality, and her own bloodline holds a secret more powerful than she’s ready to face. Guided by a cryptic stranger named Astra and an unwelcome connection to Luca Moreau, the brooding alpha of the local pack, Isla must confront the truth about her father’s disappearance, her heritage, and the prophecy that ties her fate to the Crescent Moon pack. But as passions ignite and dangers close in, Isla must decide who to trust and what sacrifices she’s willing to make—for love, for family, and for the truth that could reshape both the human and werewolf worlds forever. Welcome to Cedar Grove. The wolves are waiting.

A wife buy girl for her husband to enjoy freely her life “Saan naman? ” tanong ko pabalik. “Nagkakagulo raw sa labas te, may mag-asawa kasing nais bumili ng babae at hindi naman pumapayag si boss” sagot ni Kisha na kinataka ko. WFS which means wife for sale “Te, mukhang ikaw ang bet ng babae” tukso nitong si Kisha sa akin. j I am Carizza Laurise Somorostro, also known as the highest paid wife. The limited edition woman. Ako lang ang may pinaka-konting buyer pero kapag nagkaroon ay sangkatutak na pera naman ang kapalit. I am skilled with everything at mataas ang ratings sa akin. 6 months ang time “My dear, can I buy you? Promise you won’t regret your decision, I can pay, name the amount. I also promise your safety. I’ll hire bodyguards and buy all you want just let me buy you” pakiusap ng babae “Ma’am we can’t really consider what you want. Limited time lang ang service ni Carizza. ” paalala nito sa babae na ngayon ay nanlulumo at mukhang desperada talaga “I’m Georgianna Lanzaderas, the wife of Yhulo Lanzaderas. I’ll ask you again, Mr. Lawrence. Can I get this beautiful maiden right here? ” seryosong tanong niya at ginawaran ako ng tingin. Napalunok si Sir Lawrence at hindi nag-atubiling tumango. “Y-yes miss, Kisha please prepare the contract” natarantang utos ni Sir Lawrence na kinataranta rin ni Kisha. Lahat sila ay hindi mo maipinta ang mga mukha. Lumapit ang babae sa akin. Hindi ko alam anong klaseng mga tao sila at bakit ganito makagalaw mga kasamahan ko. Nagtataka man ay sumabay lang ako, bakit may isang asawa ang gustong bumili ng isang babae magiging asawa ng kung sino man? “My dear Carizza, tinatanggap mo ba ang offer kong bilhin ka? ” tanong ni Mrs. Lanzaderas.

Seraphina Vale has always been a survivor. Bullied mercilessly by her affluent college classmates and betrayed by her closest friend, Isla Kensington, Seraphina has spent years hiding behind a quiet, unassuming façade. Her turning point comes when Isla’s ultimate betrayal, she leaked Seraphina’s private journal containing intimate reflections about her deceased mother and that led to a public humiliation so devastating that Seraphina ends up hospitalized. Emotionally shattered and at her lowest point, Seraphina stumbles upon Adrian Montclair, a charismatic yet ruthless Mafia boss who offers her an unexpected lifeline. Adrian, a man haunted by his own dark past, sees something in Seraphina that reminds him of the person he used to be: broken but not irreparable. He offers her a "contract." He will help her rebuild herself, reclaim her life, and exact justice against those who wronged her. In return, she must agree to one favor in the future, the nature of which he will not reveal. Desperate and with nothing to lose, Seraphina accepts, plunging herself into Adrian’s dangerous world.

After years of running from her past, Lissa returns to the one place she never wanted to see again—her childhood home. The town hasn’t changed, but Lissa has. Now a mother, a wife, and a survivor, she’s trying to rebuild a life while standing on the crumbling foundation of her trauma. Just a few months. Just until she finds her footing. But the house doesn’t let go so easily. It smells of mildew and memory. Dust covers more than furniture—it coats every secret Lissa tried to bury. As she navigates motherhood, old friendships, and a strained relationship with her sister, Lissa discovers more than ghosts in the attic. A photograph violently scribbled out. A letter from someone she hoped was lost to time. And a journal that brings her back to the girl she used to be. Her husband, Colt, tries to be her anchor. Her son, Lucas, is her reason to fight. But a single name—just one letter, T—is all it takes to fracture her resolve. The past isn’t dead. It’s waiting in the basement. In a letter tucked behind old receipts. In the quiet corners of her memory where no one else can go. As the days pass, the house begins to feel like a trap.Lissa must decide if she’s strong enough to dig through the wreckage of her past… or if some secrets are better left buried. Told with raw emotion and atmospheric suspense, House of Quiet Screams is a story of trauma, resilience, and the silent strength it takes to confront what once felt un faceable. For Lissa, surviving was never the end of the story—facing what comes after might be the beginning.

I should have been walking down the aisle. Instead, I was running through the woods in my wedding dress. The white fabric caught on every branch, tearing apart like my life. My name is Camela Siegel. My father is the Mayor, and he sold me to save himself. Vincent Castellano was supposed to be my husband. They call him the Mad Prince, but I learned he’s so much worse than that. His hands trembled when he touched me—sometimes gentle, like I might break, and sometimes rough, like he wanted to overpower me. “You’re mine now,” he’d whisper in the dark corners of that house. “No one else gets to touch you. No one else gets to hurt you but me.” I tried the door handle every day for three months. It only turned from the outside. When help finally came, I thought it was over. I thought I could go home and pretend none of it ever happened. I was wrong. Vincent found my journal—the one where I wrote about him, about what he did to me, and about who he truly is. Now he’s not just keeping me locked up. He’s hunting me. They call him “The Fox” for a reason. He’s patient and waits. When he catches what he’s after, he never lets it go. I can feel him watching me even now—through my bedroom window, from across the street, in the shadows where I can’t see him but I know he’s there. My father thinks making that deal saved his life. He doesn’t realize it destroyed mine. Vincent said he’d keep me until the last day of my life. I’m starting to think that day is coming soon.