روايات وقصص ضمن Booktok Journal

I stripped my jacket off when I got into my room, loosening my cuffs as I headed straight for the bathroom, getting into the shower. After having a quick bath, I wrapped a towel around my waist, pausing just when I saw the safe. I hadn’t opened it in days. I considered ignoring it. Then I walked over, keyed in the code, and pulled it open. The journal sat exactly where I left it, and flipped to the page I had marked. Day 80 I need a book boyfriend. Who’d pin me down and make sure I can take it, even when I can’t. ~C I stared at it for a second. Laughing so hard the sound surprised even me, as it echoed lightly in the bathroom.

I looked at the plate of snacks, then at the old leather-bound books about witches I had been hiding, and finally at the massive journal sitting by my plate. With a frustrated groan, I pushed the witch books aside and pulled the King's journal toward me, flipping it open to the first page. I had an hour to figure out how to judge a pack of wolves, and the clock was ticking. I flipped past the filled pages, the paper scraping against my fingers as I hurried toward the back of the book. Most of the entries were filled with neat, dense handwriting detailing past disputes, land boundaries, and punishments. I kept turning until the ink stopped, opening to the very last written page.

A window showing a rainy street. But then I saw it. On the girl’s desk, next to her computer, was another book. It wasn't a storybook. It was a **Journal**. And on the cover of the journal, in the girl’s own handwriting, were the words: ***"The Stories I'm Afraid to Tell."*** --- ### The Fear of the Viewer "Don't look at that!" the girl screamed. She lunged for the journal, but she was too slow. I wasn't a girl anymore; I was a leak. I flowed across the room, my inky body moving faster than humanly possible. I reached the desk and touched the journal.

Feel welcomed to check out my other book. Much love❤

It felt like a world I might actually want to be a part of someday. I wandered into a bookstore with crooked shelves and a sleepy old wolf man behind the counter. He nodded once when I came in, sniffed as if to confirm who I was, then went right back to his paper. I spent an hour in there, fingers tracing over old maps of pack territories and novels with titles like ‘The Luna’s Song and Moonbound Hearts’. I bought a journal and a pen. I didn’t know what I’d write yet, but it felt like something I needed.

Just delete the book from your library and add it back. Thank you! Sincerely yours Author Blackangel

As she opened a drawer to retrieve a pen, her hand brushed against an old, dusty book tucked away in the corner—a relic from the past. Curiosity sparked, Jette pulled out the forgotten book, its weathered cover and faded pages bearing the weight of memories long tucked away. It was a journal, the pages filled with the handwritten entries of a younger Jette—a version of herself navigating the labyrinth of dreams, uncertainties, and the promise of a future intertwined with Drew.

He was still acting like a pathetic little child. By the time I finished writing all my thoughts down in the journal, I noticed that I had filled four whole pages. I didn't realize that there was so much going through my head. But it did feel like a relief to get it out in the open. Well, at least in my journal. It was something that I needed to get out. Even if it was just to myself. To a book sitting in front of me. A book that would never betray me or hurt me.

It felt like she was still here with me, in this room, and for a moment, I forgot about everything else. I heaved a heavy sigh and turned around, but something caught my attention on her bookshelf. There, nestled between the works of Jane Austen, was a small leather-bound journal that I had never seen before. I picked it up, feeling its soft cover under my fingertips and carefully flipping through the pages. As I read her delicate handwriting, my heart ached with both joy and sadness. This journal was a window into her thoughts, her feelings, her dreams. It was like a piece of her that I had never known before.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”