Booktok Ornament Novels & Stories

One of the two secondary bedrooms was redecorated into a children’s room, where there was a small single bed and a crib. The floor was carpeted with soft cashmere carpet, and in the corner were many toys that were popular among boys. Estelle took a closer look at the crib and saw a pink quilt with lace and many soft and cute fluffy toys on it. Obviously, they were prepared for Yvonne. Above the crib hung a string of star-shaped ornaments with small bells in them. When being gently touched, the ornaments would sway, and the bells would make pleasant tinkles. ‘He must have spent a lot of time on the decoration,’ Estelle thought.

Dark oak bookshelves lined the walls, filled with heavy tomes whose embossed covers and gilded titles spoke of immense value. At the heart of the room stood a grand desk, its finely carved legs and intricate surface detailing a testament to exquisite craftsmanship. On it sat an antique globe and a gilded quill pen, its ink bottle emitting a faint, fresh scent as if waiting for its owner to write at any moment.

Hasn’t he learned not to get his hopes up… Suddenly noticing the metallic feeling against his chest, Oakley freezes and his expression changes slightly. Oakley abruptly stands up and touches his chest. Immediately, his hand feels the familiar feeling. Oakley jumps down from the bed and stands in front of the mirror. Upon seeing the necklace worn on his neck, Oakley’s face subconsciously breaks into a smile and he gently strokes the pendant. Unlike casual necklace pendants, this necklace pendant is a custom-made boy reading a book, a bookshelf placed behind him.

Looked like I was going to make story time after all. There was a nice weekend crowd at the store. I positioned Mahina behind the small crowd and off to the side where she would have a better view. Crouching down, I pilfered a few items. A fake fur wolf-tail belt, a knitted wolf hat with tassels hanging down, fur cuffs around the ankles and wrists that sold well during Halloween. I snuck behind the bookcase. The girl that was doing the book reading had already chosen a book. I pushed a certain book forward, letting out a whine.

Slowly and carefully, she unwrapped the package containing a thick red chemistry book titled 'Chemistry in Everyday Products. Claire's eyes widened, "How did you get this book?" Alex laughed, "Do you like it?" "Very much," Claire said, flipping through the pages of the book. "I heard this book is very rare." "What about the other gift?" Claire noticed a small jewelry box next to the book and immediately opened it. Inside was a bird-shaped brooch with sparkling gems. Claire looked at the brooch and fell silent for a while. "Don't you like it?"

The curtains dangled nicely with lilies as the motif. Her hazel irises circled as she observed the place that felt unfamiliar to her. In the room, Hanna saw some fancy-looking antique ornaments mounted on the walls, such as a deer head and a wolf headdress made of wood. Hanna shuddered in horror at the wolf headdress and preferred not to look at it again. Her eyes also caught sight of a medium-sized makeup table that was filled with various kinds of makeup equipment. Next to the makeup table was a sizable bookshelf filled with a wide variety of books of different types and sizes. If only Hanna knew who the owner of this room was then she would ask permission to borrow the books on the shelf.

It was elegant, understated, but clearly expensive. What was going on? She hadn’t even gotten the chance to thank him for the dress and he was giving her something else? Her throat tightened. “This is too much. I can’t accept—” “It’s a bookmark,” Riven interrupted mildly. “It’s for your script. Nothing excessive.” She bit her lip, torn. It wasn’t extravagant jewelry, yet it felt heavy for no reason. “Still…” Suddenly, Riven leaned slightly closer, his eyes catching hers. “Miss Monroe, if something this small makes you uneasy… what will you do later?”

"You're doing it wrong," Frostina complained loudly, leaning over the carpenter's wooden table. Buck did not flinch or look up from his work. He brought the first rough wooden drafts of her birthday ornament into her private royal chambers as she ordered, and set up a small sturdy workbench near her tall glass balcony doors. He stood there calmly, sanding a thick, beautiful piece of dark oak.

she whispered, but the words were swallowed by the air around her. Then she saw it—a large, old book in front of her, resting on a pedestal. It was glowing faintly, its pages turning on their own as if guided by an unseen hand. There was a strange swan-like symbol in the center of the book, surrounded by a circle of light. The brightness almost hurt her eyes, but she couldn’t look away.

CHAPTER 33 ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV I and Sean walked into my office to sit down and get a good look at the book my father had given to us. Since Sean was here, I decided to read it out for both of us to hear at the same time, to save time. "THE SOULBOUND LOCKET", was the title of the book and when we opened it, there was a drawing of the Locket. It was ancient from the looks of things as expected and an ornate piece that was crafted with ethereal silver. To add it up the Locket was adorned with enchanting gemstones.