Novel & Cerita Booktok Photos

I go the opposite way, painstakingly reading each and every title. “Callie!” Alice exclaims excitedly. “I think I found something.” I hurry over, seeing her pull a smaller black book off the shelf. There’s no title on this book, only a gold Baphomet overlaid on the leather. “The Book of the Beast,” I whisper, eyes lighting up. “I think you did find something.” She cracks the spine and I lean over, heart racing. And then the library doors open and close with a boom, echoing throughout the entire room. Alice and I both jump, and she quickly shoves the book into her cloak.

Her breath hitched a little at my close proximity, and slowly her eyes looked up into mine. "I was–" she stuttered, staring at me. "Just, um… In the library, I found something that I thought was pretty interesting." She piqued my curiosity, and I gestured for her to show me. "What is it?" She pulled the book from underneath her arm and scanned through the pages until she found the one she was looking for. Turning the book towards me, she showed me a photo of a soft, elegant woman with regal attributes. Her long white hair flowed down over her shoulders, and a tall red and gold crown sat upon her head.

And somehow, that cuteness never faded. On the bookshelf, something catches my eye — a big, thick book. Curiosity gets the better of me, so I reach for it and pull it down. It’s heavier than I expect. When I flip it open, I freeze. It’s a photo album. I sit down on the edge of the bed with it in my lap, flipping through the pages to ease my nerves. Childhood photos of Baekhoon fill the first half — adorable snapshots of his younger days. Then come the teenage years, and I have to pause.

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"I have something amazing." "Okay?" "Like really amazing." She held something up to the camera. A book. Beautiful high-quality cover. "Recognize this?" she asked. I squinted at the screen. I couldn't see clearly from the distance. "Not from here." "It's a Virgil Abloh lookbook. From his Off-White days." My eyes widened. "What? How did you—" "Friend of a friend. Got it yesterday." She was practically vibrating with excitement. "We need to go through this together. It's incredible inspiration for your brand. The aesthetic, and even more the approach—"

"She's looking for the next box." A photographer from the Times—who had come for a story on the Foundation but stayed for the spectacle—snapped a picture. It ran on the front page the next day. It wasn't a photo of a billionaire heiress smiling. It was a photo of a little girl with messy hair, sitting on a mountain of books, reading to a toddler she had never met. The caption read: The Legacy. Aria cut it out. She didn't frame it in gold. She pinned it to the corkboard in the kitchen, right next to Theo’s drawing of the fortress.

“Thank you.” As Edwin disappeared back into the kitchen, I took the opportunity to look around at the books on the shelves. The sound of pots and pans banging in the kitchen filled the air, and I ran my fingers along the spines of the books. It was then, however, that my eyes landed on a framed photo on the bookshelf. Furrowing my brow, I leaned in closer. It showed Edwin with a stunning woman with blonde hair and a tall and slender body, both of them smiling at the camera. It looked… intimate. The way his arm was wrapped around her waist, her arm draped around his neck…

There isn’t anything other than your standard furniture and a bookcase that seems relatively newer than the rest of the furniture, due to both the different colored wood and how clean it looks in comparison to the dresser and end table. There isn’t anything on the bookcase other than a few textbooks, scattered paper, and what looks like a handmade photo album. Picking it up she flips through the few pages included so far all of them print outs from a digital camera glued to the paper – all of them of Noel. The last picture included is of Harken and Noel at what looks like the mining museum, a place she never imagined Noel would go. “I don’t understand why you would have something like this i

The prince nodded his head a couple of times in understanding before reaching for an old-looking book from the top of the bookshelf. "What is this?" I asked when he handed me the book without any explanation. "Take a look at what's inside; I think it's self-explanatory," Prince Leonard replied. I wasn't sure why it was the case, but I couldn't help feeling very uneasy as I took the book from his hand. I slowly flipped through the pages to find old photographs of people that I did not recognize. Most of them were family portraits of people who seemed wealthy. At first, nothing caught my attention apart from the fact that there were always children and girls present in the family portraits, wh

I couldn’t help but blush when I realized why he’s looking at the photobook like that. “I guess, he’s mesmerized by you,” Ada spoke silently from behind me. I turned to her and saw her smiling while trying to dust off the shelves. I shook my head and looked Julian’s way again but this time, he’s already looking at me. I smiled at him before finishing the last photo. I applied several lighting effects on them before saving it. I compressed all of the photos in a single file before saving them into the drive. I stood up and took my coat slung around my swivel chair.