Booktok Shallow Novels & Stories

Reina smiles in satisfaction, yet with a hint and shadow of a cunning one as a snap echo and a pentagram is formed from the air and on the top of her hand, as a book perfectly landed unto her hand and purposely showed it with the title and the words. “BLOOD RESURRECTION.” Ringing the name of not just an ordinary book covered with the tainted black and mark with the picture of blood and knives. Kyle smiles in a twisted way and once more, as he knew and live within that book, wherein it is the second book of the original world’s Shinzo Dimension. “Seeing your smile and that very grin, I guess I do not need to explain further what does this book holds, am I right, Kyle?”

Hi guys, welcome to the sequel for Shy- Defeated ! Hope you enjoy it, and thank you for being patient for this to come out ! It will probably not make much sense to begin with, but bare with me and all will be explained in the upcoming chapters. And please, do not moan at me about the events that happen in this book, I have have these planned for a long time and I'm not changing them or writing them just to please readers, what happens in this book has always been my idea and plan since writing the first book. Please respect that because the amount of hate I received on the ending of Shy was disgusting and put me off writing for a while.

"You didn't just bring us a blank book, did you? You brought us the Casting Bed." The stranger smiled—a small, bittersweet curve of his lips that looked entirely too much like my father’s face when an audit went according to plan. "A book cannot exist without an imprint, Sovereign. You refused the Spire, you refused the Fourteenth Seat, and you burned the Third Party. You’ve defaulted on every landlord the system has to offer. But the ink has to go somewhere. If it doesn't stay on the page, it fills the harbor." The Strategy of the Deep Margin

“Calm down, okay—” “Calm down? Can you hear yourself? You lost me the chance of ever holding that book—” “Are you talking about this?” Kleint raised a tattered-looking book, a grin plastered on his bare face. Brows furrowing, she tried to snatch it from him, but he was quick to put it at his back. It was too risky to lift it, as Z’s much taller than him. “How did you get that?” “Well, I used my shadow, of course. See, he was busy looking at you.”

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.

Shola sent, this time with teary-eyed emojis. She was in front of her computer preparing a file for the company she worked for. It was a bit stressful with all the paperwork, so she wanted to chat with her favorite painkiller, just to relax. "Tell you what, I finished the book you recommended last time. It was a bit sad at the end, but I loved the heroine's story. I think I'll put myself in her shoes for the next few days. From now on, call me Captain Black, the professional avenger." "Ha ha ha... I do have a better book for you that will fit your role as a witch."

It was silent now, aside from my footsteps, but I still could imagine just how magical it felt when the piano at the center of the room was being played. I kept searching the library; none of the titles stood out to me so I gave up and grabbed the book that was sitting in a cozy-looking chair. I plopped myself down and flipped through the first few pages. My eyebrows furrowed as I closed the book and reread the title. "The Origin of Shifters?" I murmured. This book should be thousands of pages long with obnoxiously dense material, but the one in my hands was maybe a hundred pages and full of hand-drawn pictures.

Before I could move, the nearest shelf lurched sideways just enough that the glass hit wood instead, burying itself in a copy of NEON GRAVE CITY—HAZARD SUBROUTINES The book took the blow and burned from the inside, its text sacrificing itself in a puff of code‑ash. I felt the Authors’ intent in the way the world shifted. Not commanding me. Backing me. Like a crowd leaning against the same door I was trying to shoulder open. “Thank you,” I whispered, throat tight. The hum surged, like a pleased laugh in fifty different voices. The administrator did not laugh. Its mass jerked as the invisible pushes hit. Screens knocked askew tried to snap back into formation and failed. A page‑cluster on one

A thick ledger was thrown in front of me. Each page recorded the money Liam Sommer had transferred to me over the past ten years. Even the time of each transaction was recorded. Liam said, "On your birthday last year, I transferred 8,100 dollars to you. On our tenth anniversary, I transferred 108,000 dollars to you, and at the beginning of every month, I transferred 20,000 dollars to you for your living expenses. You must pay me back by the end of today. Each transfer has been recorded with the transaction time, so you can compare and check for yourself."

We all experience an irresistible urge to fuck. "How different? Don't be embarrassed. It's just us; I'm not going to spill any secrets." I try to make her feel comfortable. All teasing and jokes aside, now I'm really curious. "I'm not worried about secrets or you telling anyone anything, God, Luka; you're so shallow." How am I shallow? Since when is curiosity the same as being a shallow person? I shake my head and offer a compromise, "Well, then explain it to me and maybe I won't be as shallow."