Booktok Photos Novels & Stories

I frowned and looked down, only to see that the wooden tiles had slipped out of place, revealing the floor underneath. I fixed the wooden tiles back to their original place, yet found a book underneath one of them. No, scratch that. This doesn't look like a book. It's more like a photo album of some sort. I picked it up from the floor and sat down on the bed, inspecting the old photobook in my hands. I opened it carefully and looked at the content inside. At first glance, it seemed to be an old photobook of the royal family. There was Queen Grace, King Leo, and Isabelle too. But at this time, they only seem to be a minor part of the royal family.

"Personal?" "Yes," Robert laughed, "she was quite a bookworm, you mother. In fact, I do believe she even stored some photo albums here too if I could just… Ah! Here we go." Robert handed the books to me. ###

My feet had never felt something this soft like velvet. "Come" Alpha Trent said, he was already seated on the bed. I stopped my present activity and crawled to his side. He was holding a photo album. "An album?" He nodded and gestured to me to move closer. He positioned himself on the bed and I relaxed on him, he brought forth the photo album and flipped its page. The first photo was of a boy, on a closer look it was Alpha Trent. "This was you" I chuckled loudly. "Yes, was I ugly?" Alpha Trent questioned.

The entire reason I had wandered over to this dusty section in the first place. Takoda reached for the leather-bound volume before I could even lift my arm, his long fingers hooking over the top edge. Our knuckles brushed briefly in the narrow gap between the shelves. Warm. Always warm. His jaw tightened slightly at the contact, a muscle jumping beneath his tan cheek. Mine probably did, too. Neither of us acknowledged it aloud. The book opened easily in his large hands, the yellowed pages releasing a scent of old paper and dust that had survived decades of use. Black-and-white photographs filled nearly every chapter.

I will upload their pictures on my I*******m account please support and add my book in your library for more spicy updates. You can comment me if you like this book or not, if i should continue it or not? Follow me on I*******m @loveliciousgirl__911 Vote, share and comments. Bye

He knew what it was—the insignia of Beocraft. Kevin ambled across the room, browsing through the books on the shelf. Most of the titles and pictures in the books were disturbing. His eyes were drawn to the title of a particular book. Torture technique. The cover page had a disturbing image of a blood-soaked heart being pulled out of a man’s chest by what appeared to be a surgeon. An intense feeling of revulsion grew within him as he stared. Then he noticed a little study table beside the shelf; a lamp and a book sat on top.

Stretching up on my toes, I grabbed the book and nearly fell backward in the process. “What the hell are you hiding, Darius?” I murmured, brushing the dust off the cover. When I opened it, my breath caught in my throat. It was a photo album. The first page held a picture of a young boy. His dark hair was messy, and he had this cocky little smirk that screamed troublemaker. I couldn’t help but smile. “So, you weren’t born an asshole,” I muttered, flipping to the next page. There were more pictures—him as a teenager, him with a group of other boys, probably his friends. And then there was one of him holding a trophy, his grin so wide it almost looked fake.

:I think I found something. :I was afraid you had fallen asleep.: It was a hollow box, one of those storage boxes that you could buy in a craft store that at first glance seemed like a real book, but was truly a hiding place for secrets. In this case, it had a ton of photos of men in compromising positions with Buttercup. Rhychard felt his face flush as he glanced through them. There were also a couple of small SD cards that probably held the digital versions of the blackmail photos. Rhychard scooped everything out of the fake tome and slid it back in its place.

A handwritten cursive script lay revealed before them. “Okay, that’s way cool. I think I may be reconsidering the existence of magic.” Becky impulsively snapped a few photos. Some with the flash and a few with none. Oddly, only the photos without the use of the flash held any recognizable words. “Either way, we now have a way to read it.” They stood there and took one photo after another of all the filled pages. “This is super cool. It’s like a giant treasure hunt.” “An exhausting treasure hunt if you ask me.”

There is no mate bond, but having him close makes me feel more secure. “I can’t wait for you to see this.” He rubs his thumb on the top of my hand as he leads me to a store. It’s rare Bronx gets so excited about surprising me. We approach a bookstore with a dusty, old window display. In gold paint, there is a picture of a pan flute and a goat. The images are peeling and sundried as if they’ve been there forever. Over the pictures are the words ‘The Barded Goat Used & Collectible Books’.