Booktok Man Novels & Stories

I was really lucky. “Here you go." I smiled, turning back to the man. “Thanks…” My voice trailed off, my smile fading as I looked down at what sat in the man's hands. Brown cover, blank front–it was the book Gerald had given me and I sold to Stan. “What are you staring at?" the man asked, frustration etched in his voice. “Take your bloody food and get out." I remained still for a few seconds, disbelief written all over my face. “What in the actual fuck?" I whispered, slowly taking it from his hands.

Since Alexa was an attorney and I wasn't, she would win every time. “Thank you for bringing them back,” Darcie replied, putting the last book on her re-shelf pile. She patted the top one like a good child before leaning back in her chair to take a better look at Book-man. He was still looking politely at a shelf of books, but we had an excellent view of his very muscular backside. She mouthed the word, “Nice!” before speaking aloud. “All done. You have a great evening, Lena. And congratulations on your big case.” I stuck my tongue out at her before Book-man turned around. She gave me a wide, cheeky grin in return. I knew in about thirty minutes she'd be texting me to see if she could get the

Home and home is beautiful. Theo returned with two cups of tea, handing her one as he gestured for her to sit. "I was reading this book last night, thought you might like it," he said, holding up a novel. She smiled, her nerves easing a little as she sat beside him on the couch. "Thanks," she said softly, taking the book from him and flipping through a few pages. They sat close, talking quietly, sharing thoughts about the book and other random things. The whole morning felt calm, yet filled with a tension neither of them wanted to name.

About an hour into the book I felt a presence behind, I jumped and turned around to see a man leaning in, he must've been reading the book over my shoulder, the man was leaning over the recliner with his elbows "Can I help you?" I asked a little angry, no one disturbs me when I'm reading, no one. The man stood straight up, he had brown hair, that was combed back, and brown eyes, wearing a black t shirt with black pants, he reminded me of Damon, he looked nothing like him, but he reminded me of him, he turned to look behind him, happy there was no one there, he turned, pointing to himself he spoke "You talking to me?" He asked as if that was weird, or something I noticed he also had a ring si

The man took a seat on the edge of the table, and gently brushed his fingers on their thick covers, staring at them like the most precious thing in the world. “These books are banned from several nations, to people like me they hold no power to cast spells and but with a sorceress like you…” He trailed off and smiled. “You are strange,” Elira spoke her mind, scrutinizing the man. He laughed heartily, basking in her comment like his greatest compliment. “Makes both of us, my lady.” He opened up another book written in an unfamiliar language and underlined some phrases. “Breathe in the words, hold it, and speak what you see.”

Dad said Manish had lost the connection to his wolf, yet when I saw him, he looked more animal than human. But when you looked past the crazy, you saw a frail old man with no life in his eyes. He wasn’t scary; he was fucking pathetic. ‘What would you like more, a game or a book?’ Atalanta mind-linked both me and Zev. ‘A game,’ I said, while Zev said, ‘a book,’ at the same time. Our mate giggled, ‘okay, that doesn’t help.’ ‘He’ll love it because it’s a gift from you,’ Zev tried to help.

Like he was weighing its worth. Like he owned it. Lena's smile thinned. "Can I help you find something?" The man's eyes dropped to hers—slowly. Too slowly. "I think I just did." Her gut twisted. However, she kept her tone. "This is a family bookstore, sir. If you're looking for something specific—" "Oh, I am specific," he said, advancing on her. "I noticed you at the window. Thought, *Now that's a woman who doesn't know how pretty she is.*

Large windows overlook the forest, their heavy curtains drawn just enough to let in silver threads of sunlight, making the space feel both scholarly and a little magical. I held back my giggle and went to a row, letting my fingers brush some books. The amount of books was almost overwhelming. I turned the corner and saw a bookkeeper. He glanced up at me and opened his mouth to speak but shut it when he saw Falcon behind me. Clearing his throat, he stepped down the makeshift podium his seat was sitting on, walking cautiously to us. He bowed to Falcon, then turned to me, his eyes curious. He could probably smell I was human. He had warm, deep brown skin and curious, intelligent eyes that seem

She had to summarize all that in that first encounter or otherwise she would be wasting her time. He was looking down at his book, legs crossed. “Love is A Dog From Hell” by Charles Bukowski. An excellent choice of literature, she thought. He was wearing a long-sleeved knitted sweater and washed-out blue jeans, dark brown leather boots, too clean for hiking boots, he looked more like an indoor guy.

’ I was now married to not just any man, but a Made man, a dangerously handsome man, a soon-to-be Bratva. It felt all too wrong, but I had to live with it. There was nothing I could do about it. “Thank you.” I returned her smile with the same enthusiasm. “Lead her to my room.” Vincenzo ordered and my head whipped in his direction. A Made man never cracks a joke and Vincenzo wouldn’t be the first. To ease the tension warming up in the form of a pool in my stomach, I had counted his earlier words as a joke.