Booktok Stickers Novels & Stories

I hadn't asked him for money again after that. Instead, I had saved up my own loose change, coin by coin, to buy that pack of glittery star stickers. On the cardboard backing, a sentence was written in faint pencil… When Mom isn't mad anymore, stick these on Leo's medicine bottles so Sophia won't mix them up. Dad gripped the doorframe, his knees buckling as he slowly slid down onto the floorboards. Mom scrambled over, violently snatching the sheet of stickers from his hand.

Please I need y'all following me,I promise to follow back😘😘😘 Thanks for checking out this book Thanks for reading Xoxo Dim Leon 😘😘

She rocked back and forth on her heels, a nervous smile twitching along her lips. I want to laugh, but I remain professional. I’m supposed to be an expert in all things seduction and sex. I can’t break my cover now. I gently spell out her name before writing my unique yet generic as all h*ll personalized message. After that’s done, I scrawl out my signature, ‘G. Blake’ and close the book once I know the message won’t smear. I slip into the first few pages, a business card, a special bookmark, and a couple of stickers before I place the book in a printed small tote bag. A final touch of an art print of the main characters, and I then finally hand the bag to the reader. Nice and quick. Only ni

The little triangle thing, he suddenly wondered if it had a name, was pointing to yes. The window on the other side of the door asked “Do I really need another candle?” The magic 8 ball underneath it had the answer of “Yes – Definitely” On the door in elegant script was Botanica Wiccan Bookstore, established 2006 Ciara Goode, Proprietess In both windows were elaborate and beautiful displays of books, candles, crystals, tarot cards and novelties. Working up his courage, Knuckles got off his bike and walked inside. He had expected the whole place to be dark and broody.

I’ll spend the rest of eternity making it up to you; till the day I die. My heart was overwhelmed by the heat while my stomach was swarmed with butterflies that were knocking on my ribcage eagerly waiting to be let out. All the books had small sticky notes poking out and it wouldn’t take a genius to figure out that they all stood for something in particular. At the bottom of the box were chocolates including my favorite Hershey and there was a card. I opened it up. To Nemesis,

The shade sticker read Crimson Vow, and someone had tied a narrow rose-gold ribbon around it with suspicious care. I stared at it. Then translucent comments slid across my vision, like live reactions on a serialized romance app. [@BookTokAfterDark: Oh, she has no idea what that lipstick does.] [@SteamQueen: I can smell the spice from here. I am seated.] [@KindleKiller: He really put his weak spot in a velvet box. Sir.] [@RomanceGremlin: Buckle up. This is about to get messy in the best way.] I almost dropped the box.

I stared at the book cover and saw something weird. On the top left side of the cover of the book, was a sticker of something blue... Once I recognized it my eyes widened. It was a...smurf sticker? I double-checked and saw I was right. The smurf sticker was staring back at me, a big smile on his face. He was jumping, happy. I got the other series to check if there were other stickers also. Alas, every single one of the books has different stickers of smurfs doing different poses on the top of the book covers.

"Alright, let's continue." We had finally circled the entire store and filled the basket with a bunch of things he would like. The Captain America shirt being one, along with a giant pack of Sour Patch Kids and all three of the Lord of the Rings movies even though I was pretty sure he had them all. Still, it was on sale, and I was not going to miss a bargain. In addition to that, we also threw in a Starbucks gift card, a pack of prisma color markers since he told me once he loved to draw when ever he actually had time, and lastly a book that contained endless photos and information of outer space. I was taking a risk putting the book in there, because I was the only one that knew he was abso

Too many options to choose from but until I make up my mind, you can check out another of my book I just signed that is about a kick-ass heroine. Lipsticks and gun. Thank you and I love you all ❤️

But when I held it, it felt surprisingly sturdy. Holding my breath, I opened the lid. Inside was a small bookmark, simple and beautiful, with a wolf made of pressed lilies—Canadian Lilies—pressed delicately onto it. The sight made something tighten in my chest, a strange mix of emotions swirling too fast to untangle. Beneath the bookmark was a small card. I pulled it out, flipping it over to read the message written there in Draven’s familiar, precise handwriting: Dinner at 7.