Booktok Reading Journal Novels & Stories

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The second… My breath caught. It wasn’t just a book. It was a journal. His journal. And the words on the page… they weren’t about business, or plans, or power. They were about me. I blinked, my heart starting to race as I read. I wasn’t supposed to notice her. My fingers trembled slightly as I turned the page. That was the plan. Stay focused. Stay detached. Do what needed to be done. My chest tightened. But she doesn’t make it easy.

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

The bedazzled look on Alek’s face worsened. Giving up, she told him, “It’s something only a book lover will understand, okay?” “What other things will only a book lover understand?” “Hmm. Fancy bookmarks. Song playlists,” she said, listing it out on her fingers. She couldn’t remember all, but those were her favourites. “Ignoring your phone to read.” “Ignoring your phone? Why?” “When a book is so engrossing, you don’t want to leave it.” Her voice lowered. “If a book lover stops in the middle of a book to text you, know they are in love with you. “

Her aunt gives her a small smile and nods, Celine finds the bookmark and opens to the page. The woven bookmark has a faded blue tassel and was made of woven threads depicting wolves running in a forest, at the bottom of the bookmark was an old wolf’s tooth with a hole drilled through to be able to tie it onto the bookmark. She puts it to one side to look at the page it had been marking. It looked much like many of the others she had seen flipping through. But its words had her feeling like her world was slipping through her fingers and she was unable to do anything to stop it.

Within seconds, I was scanning lines that felt familiar, making me huff quietly. “This is what she reads?” I muttered, picking up another book with similar themes. This one was about a dominant executive and a stubborn assistant with heated exchanges disguised as professional conflict. Reaching for the third, I shook my head, amused despite myself. “So this is the narrative she consumes, no wonder she talks back.” I muttered, setting the novel down then reached for the stack beneath it. It was a leather bound journal which was worn slightly at the edges from use. I hesitated as personal journals were boundaries but curiosity has always been my flaw.

He was thinking who would really be the male Alpha. "No one should be born to be the King of Alpha, if that happens I can no longer do anything." Lex exclaimed to himself while he hit the table with his hand. "Or maybe he would kill me rather if I may not follow him." Lex continues with his thoughts regarding the King of Alpha and then he shook off his head to get out of that thought. Senan who were reading a book at that time but his mind was occupied with the female Alpha. "Just incase I will not be the father of the King Alpha. What if I will kill one of my brother so no one will be a King?" Senan whispered those words in his self thinking about how would be anle to resolve his problem.

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

Which was exactly what I did when I filled the leather journal. At the end of March-between the bookstore and counseling-I finished what I'd been working on. I'd painstakingly chosen every word and line that now stared back at me from the pages in black ink and my crummy handwriting. I read through it, happy with how I'd conveyed something so personal and private, yet sad to remember just how morose I'd been when I arrived in the Golden State. Dr. Sarratt thumbed through it during our next session. I spent most of that hour biting my fingernails, waiting for him to respond to what he'd read. Five minutes before our time was up, he pushed the book across his desk.