Booktok Sayings Novels & Stories

we same in unison pointing to each other. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ ------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life” - R.A Higheels If you liked this chapter, please consider leaving a review!

“Most people would’ve been a blubbering mess. You held it together nicely, my love. I hate to say it, but it does get a bit easier over time. Not a lot, though. Each soul torn from your pack or pride tears apart many more hearts.” “There you go again,” Andi rolled her eyes, “saying the freakin’ perfect thing. Do you have a book of these sayings you’ve memorized for the right time or something?” He feigned a look of disbelief. “You accuse me of plagiarism when I speak from the heart?”

he said at one point. “I learned the hard way,” I replied. “Fast doesn’t mean real.” He smiled. “Neither does intensity.” We stopped at a small bookstore, the kind that smelled like old pages and quiet dreams. We wandered the aisles, occasionally sharing a line from a book we loved or laughing at mismatched covers. “This one feels like you,” he said, handing me a book. I glanced at the title and smiled. “Gentle doesn’t mean weak.” “Exactly,” he replied.

They entered a quaint bookstore, browsing the shelves for any new literature. “Do you remember this book?” Nathaniel asked, raising a children’s picture book from the shelf. Sarang smiled warmly, “How could I forget? It’s the book that taught me to read and speak. Master would challenge my knowledge, and you would come to my aid whenever I cried.” “I felt so proud to dependable because you weren’t afraid of reptiles, amphibians, or bugs.” “And birds too.” Sarang teased, a sly grin spreading across his face..

he said tiredly, “if you would please go and get the third edition of Bozkurt’s Second Introduction to Basic Social Forces Governing Modern Packs from the shelf.” I blinked. Well, that was one of the un-sexiest things I’d ever heard someone say. “Uh. Bozkurt. Right.” Standing, my vision went blurry for a moment, like it sometimes did back at the orphanage when there hadn’t been anything to eat that day. I shook off the grey spots and walked a little shakily to the built-in shelves. Bozkurt, Bozkurt… Vincent alphabetised his own library, because of course he did. I finally spotted the world’s least exciting textbook and shimmied it out from the shelf.

She opened her mouth to say something but her words came superfluous. * * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * * * * ** * Endeavor to drop a comment after every read. Support my book as well. Thank you! I love you all.

With that in mind, Xavia felt really bad for doing all this behind her back… Narrowing his eyes, Zivon stared at her for a bit… before eventually replying, “…What phrase were you thinking of, hmm? I, for one, was thinking of, ‘Once full, nothing else feels delectable…’” …Cr*p. Did such a saying even exist…?! Now blushing, Xavia replied, “I-I was thinking about that as well!” “Oh? Could you tell me what it means then…?”

I tilted my head, searching for the perfect instance to use in my argument. “Gangsters, no offense, and books is like bread and something like…” I thought hard enough. “Meat?” He raised his eyebrow. “When I say bread and meat, I don’t mean as in a burger.” I slowly pushed the book back into its slot on the shelf. “Unless stacked with other ingredients as a burger, bread and meat don’t seem like a possible combination.” He looked more confused than I was. “An unlikely combination, but it doesn’t make it any bad.” I chuckled.

She decided the only way to salvage herself was to allow him to see what she meant. ‘I am sorry if what I said right there sounded a bit harsh but before you say anything I would like you to hear me out. You must have heard the saying that we must not judge a book by its covers and this saying applies to a dear friend of mine, I am sure you are aware of who I am referring to. Anyway, I would like to take you back to the night you saw us at the night club’ Trish remarked

He will refuse to read it. Ayden said to her, trying to make her understand what it means to vote serious and calm at the same time: The book is just like the soul, if he feels you crying and wants you to read it, he will open it for you for sure. But if the book does not want you to read it, it will never open for you, no matter what you do, and you will not be able to open it or read it in any way. This is the nature of books here and here and you will get used to it later. A book is just like a person to know what's inside it likes to let you do this first, otherwise you'll never know no matter how hard you try.