Booktok Table Novels & Stories

The notes were neatly arranged, and I couldn't help admiring the unique charm the handwriting contained. I held my breath and stared at the notes in disbelief. The owner had highlighted each point in different colors. Aside from the teacher's explanations, he'd also included his own understanding and thought process. The depth of his thoughts made my jaw drop. Every mind map and diagram he'd included left me in awe. I flipped to the first page to see who the owner was—Blake Stone. The name made me feel like I'd been struck by lightning. Was this the same Blake Stone I knew? The state's top scorer, who was a year above me? The same Blake Stone who'd scored full marks for math and an overall s

I looked around to find that it was kept on the table nearby. I picked it up and turned the pages looking for the picture but I couldn’t find it. But, I had seen it last night. It couldn’t have been my imagination, could it? When I couldn’t find the pictures even after searching for the third time, I started inspecting the book closely. I found that the page was torn. I was about to run down with the book when the table caught my attention. I gasped taking in its condition. It had a large gaping hole in between. A few drops of blood were scattered on the table and the floor.

the entire room is lit and I get a better view of where I am. There are thousands of books from ceiling to floor and different mirrors all around the room with strange drawings above them " come here Sala and take a look at this " I walk over to a table that's at the centre of the room and sit down, Tabi hands me a book, it's very clear that it is an old book, I pass my hand over the hard cover, the design is so beautiful " can I open it? " she nods.

I raised my brows while Grace flinched. “Did it act this way the last time?” Grace asked, shifting her chair back a few inches away from the table. “No.” I shrugged. I tried to open it again, and it slammed shut with more black smoke, but harder this time; the table shuddered. The smoke smelled toxic. Grace had had enough of the book’s sorcery. She jumped on her feet. “You know, you go about your business alright? I’ll go make sure the boys are talking and find out what they are talking about.

Charlotte and Katya sat at a small, round mahogany table near the fireplace, its embers glowing faintly, providing a comforting warmth. The table was cluttered with the tools of their current endeavour: several old, leather-bound journals, yellowed with age, lay open alongside notebooks filled with their meticulous scribbles. A few reference books on ancient languages and a magnifying glass were also scattered across the table.

Taylor smirked. “Then let’s play something I can play.” Taylor thought for a moment before saying, “Dice, then. It’s easy. If you’ve got hands, you’re qualified. You at least know how to compare totals, right?” I nodded. “That works. Let’s start.” Then, I walked straight to the card table and sat down on the side against the wall. “Oh, Maisie, you’re challenging Taylor at dice? You’ve already lost. Taylor’s the queen of dice. Even the pros can’t beat her.”

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Nick stares at me wide eyed, as we follow her. She takes us to a room in the back with books surrounding the walls and an old table that looks to be barely standing up. She tells Nick and I to sit at the table, and she walks over to the shelves of books. She picks up a big dusty green leather bond book and brings it over, gently placing it on the table. She opens the cover and then waves her hand over the pages. The pages go flying until it suddenly stops. I look over at Nick, I’ve never seen anything like this, even in the pack. So, I’m sure he’s shocked, and by the look on his face I’d say I was right.

Tony handed the notebook to me, and I flipped it open to the first page. Written on the page was what appeared to be a table of contents, which I found rather odd. I skimmed through the rest of the book coming across diagrams, plans, and other addresses we did not know about. “Okay guys. Let’s get the fuck out of here before I pass out from this god forsaken stench! We will go through this book thoroughly later. I can tell it is going to be a valuable asset to us.”