Booktok Room Novels & Stories

The fantastic thing was that it seemed that hundreds of pages and books appeared with each passing moment as if they appeared at the same pace as the writers wrote them. - It seems like every book in the world has a copy here. - I've never seen so many books together. Look at the size of this room, it's huge. – Lucifron looks at Gary. – I think we did it. This room is different from the others. It's immense. And there are no doors, there are only arches leading to other sides. - 3 in total. Which do we choose? Lucifron grunge. - I'm tired of doors, choices, and more doors with more choices. Anyone's fine by me.

Frank motions for us to enter first and then follows us inside, closing the door behind us with a click and a clank as the door locks itself shut, sealing us inside. The room feels less like your typical safe room, and more like a large, comfortable, triangular-shaped study/library. A large leather couch in one corner, a wet bar with a healthy stock of booze in another corner, and a large kitty-corner writing desk in the third corner. The walls are mostly lined with bookshelves, except for one patch of wall beside the writing desk that’s lined with monitors displaying the various closed circuit camera views of the property, which is just about the only aspect of the room that even remotely r

I ask as he opens the door and we enter the chamber. I look around the room, taking in the beautiful decorations and soft lights that fill up the space. In one corner, there is a work area for mages, where the aroma of various herbs and ingredients is coming from. It mingles with the sweet smell of burning candles and the musty scent of old books. And in another corner is a king-size bed with its velvety drapes. “You mentioned you want a room with lots of books, a place that is close to the magical department?” Gideon whispers as he places his arms around my shoulders. “Well, I have this room prepared with that in mind.”

“Before the school?” Mara nodded grimly. “There used to be an asylum here, years before the university was built. The records were sealed after a fire, but one room in particular Room 313 was never rebuilt. Blueprints show it, but the actual structure doesn’t exist. It’s just… empty space.” Lola’s blood ran cold. “Room 313.” “Yeah.” Mara opened a notebook and showed them a faded map. “The construction team called it The Room That Was Never Built. They claimed anyone who tried to recreate it went missing. The site’s supposed to be beneath the east library annex.”

She then took out her wand, mumbled a spell, and whisked the whole group out of the store. The four of them materialized inside a spacey room with a canopy bed on a corner and a study table by the only window. The walls were covered with shelves overflowing with books and models of human anatomical parts. "Books!" gasped Dorin as he approached the nearest shelf. "Dorin! Come here." Agate called, her eyes a dark shade of red. "And you!" she pointed at Seb, "Don't you dare place an anchor point inside my room!" The latter, who had his right hand inside his coat pocket, slowly pulled it out and looked innocently around the room instead.

There were four shelves filled with books, two shelves at either side of the room with a reading space in the middle. There were two tables, each one had four chairs. A curtain blocked the sunlight from entering the room from the windows. I looked at the shelves eagerly, wondering the books I'll find. I love reading and reading e-books on my phone but nothing could beat paperbacks. I fought the urge to take a book and continued my exploration. The other rooms I found were just bedrooms. I looked at Byron's side and saw a room right by his own. I turned the knob and realized it was locked. I didn't pry and went to the last room.

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

I almost felt there would be nothing left of IT to me other than tales of how I hold the best record of the lady who had gotten recruited and lost the very first day. ******** AUTHOR'S POV. Derek walks through the doors of a room which had been tastefully furnished, huge enough to be a hall… Books by the shelf, a little golf course in the center of the room, a basketball court by the other end. A poker table as well as a little tennis table, just hung by the insects in the room, it's easy to play in a game room. There stands a man with a pipe stick between his lips, he takes a long puff at it.

The only crazy thing that happened and threw my life into all of this mess is the smirking shirtless boy who is currently playing a game in the living room. I sigh as I lower myself into my swivel chair. "I made a mistake with the booking; my roommate is a boy," I say, and she gasps. I tried to imagine the look she would have on her face and how disappointed she would be with me for messing up, but nothing comes to mind.