Booktok Room Novels & Stories

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.

If not colder. I swallowed hard and raised my head to see the triplet Alphas sitting leisurely at the center of the room. The room was large. As expected of a place used by Alpha Raviel. There was a large table at the center, which was filled with numerous documents, and on the walls were many maps. There was no spare space on the wall, and a look could make someone dizzy. How could someone feel comfortable sitting amidst so many books? At the east of the room was a long row of books. The entire space was filled with books, and merely looking at the properly arranged books made me feel numb.

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.

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.

I said panting “you don’t look like you are in a good shape” “don’t tell me about” She slid a card over the door and it snapped open to a huge room. One might confuse for an executive office with settee in the middle. We walked in together. Why does this room feel so familiar? The room was filled with books from the top to the bottom. It surrounded a table and a chair that was made with mahogany and black leather. The sandal wood and the smell of books filled the air.

"Family loyalty doesn't mean much in our world, Nicole Martins. Sometimes, the best way to survive a monster is to learn exactly how he thinks." Before I could say anything else, a sharp bell rang through the stone vents of the room. The hour was up. It was time to go to the mixed rooms. Twenty minutes later, Kaelen and I stood in front of the door of room 109. My heart was hammering against my ribs as Kaelen put the key into the lock and turned it with a sharp click. He pushed the door open, and we stepped inside. The room was large, built from cold grey stone but made warm with thick fur rugs and a big, roaring fire in the center. Two heavy wooden bunk beds stood on opposite sides of the r

Silence filled the VIP lounge at Mediterranean Hospital. Marilyn sat on the edge of one of the cream-colored sofas with both hands clasped tightly together. Naomi sat on her right, Sia on her left, and Madison occupied the single armchair near the window with her tablet resting on her lap. The room was beautiful in a way that felt almost insulting to Marilyn’s fear. Soft lighting, expensive furniture, fresh flowers on a glass table, and a private coffee station in one corner. Everything looked calm, elegant, and controlled.