Booktok Made Me Read It Scratch Off Novels & Stories

“You said it’s interesting, so I want to try it.” "Really?” I asked skeptically. He nodded. I pointed to the book. “But that’s quite the long read, and you said you can’t sit and read for hours. Maybe you should try something a little smaller." "It’s fine,” he said, swiping his card and completing the purchase. “Even if I read it little by little, I’ll finish it. I want to see if I can understand how it feels when you read." Oh. That was awfully sweet.

I had read other books by her and had been waiting for this one to be out. My eyes skimmed through the epigraph, and a cocky grin spread across my lips. It read: You deserve someone who makes you feel like you’ve been struck by fucking lightning. Don’t you dare settle for fine. Closing the book, I sauntered towards Clinton, my smile still in place as. His head was slightly bent as he stared at the back of the book. “Having fun?” I asked, standing on tiptoes to take a look but he raised it up where my eyes couldn't see. “What are you hiding?”

"What are you reading?" Isn't he being overly friendly? How extroverted is this guy? The corner of his lips twitched a bit as he read the title. This didn't go unnoticed by Ryder who felt her inner bookworm awaken. "Have you read it before?" The book was rather thick, and the number of pages usually scared people away... and by people, I mean "uncultured lads" who didn't like reading. The cover of the book was a bit damaged even though the title "The Ashen Soul" looked as good as new and the pages felt old to the touch from the overusing. There were stick notes and bookmarks every few pages.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

I had Val get on her knees & suck us all as we stood over her. I still get turned on til this day thinking about how gorgeous she looked in the middle of us four, sucking dicks, in this camper, dimly lit by the porno making slurping noises, the spit trickling down her tits, as she alternated between four dicks. We'd reach down, rub on her pussy, lightly smack her on the ass. There was a couple of moments, I'd stand back, go over to the table, do a "bump", take a shot of whiskey, purposely taking my time getting back to the action.

Caitlin nearly lunged across the room, grabbing the book and holding it up to the candlelight with shaking hands. Please God, let this be it, she thought. She pulled back the cover and nervously flipped to the title page: De Fascino Libri Tres. Her heart flooded with relief. She could hardly believe it. She had actually found it. Caitlin quickly thumbed through the pages, going as fast as she could to the missing page. Please, please be there. Please be the matching page. She started to worry about what she would do if the matching page weren’t there. Or if this was all a hoax. She was shaking with anticipation as she got closer. 530, 532….

Yet he couldn't seem to ask any of those questions. After ending the call, he picked up the book he was reading, ' I am Mighty Me', and continued flipping through the pages. He was one of the first batches to have preordered the book, and he finally got his hands on it. He glanced through the book, his eyes scanning across each page, as if the gentle, delicate words on the page could allow him to interact with her inner world. There was even her own signature scribbled on the title page of the book. He chuckled when he came to the part about 'Hilden Adams'.

She dropped the book on his lap and sat back on her mate’s lap. ‘Make you mine,’ the title read. “What’s this?” Greg inquired as he flipped the book to the back to read the synopsis. “I was at the library with Dex the other day for their monthly reading activity at the daycare and one of the moms recommended that,” Mandy shared excitedly. She said it as if it was the most natural thing in the world. But as Greg read, he realized it wasn’t natural at all. In fact, the complete opposite.

I say sweetly, peeling back the cover and revealing my treasures tucked into a carved-out hole in the pages. Two instant noodle packs. Three Baby Ruth bars. And one shiny, glorious cheese powder sachet. I damn near cried. “You carved out the book?” he asked, incredulous. “Relax. The kids already cried in it. Might as well make it useful.” He stared at me, mouth open. “You made me traffic snacks.” “Technically, literature-enhanced goods.” “You used me.” “Technically, I recruited you.” He paced the cell. “Do you know how much trouble I could’ve gotten into?”

"I don't know how to even fucking read.” I bit down in my lip, my mind running with words I could give that'd convince him. "Well, it's not really just a book,” I said, lifting the book back up. "This is a magic spell book that grants all your fucking wishes. You don't even have to read from it. Just open and say whatever the fuck it is that you want, and it magically gives that to you.” Stan arched a brow. "And why haven't you used it to get you some food?”