French Booktok Novels & Stories

"A few hours. We will have a carriage to put our things in and for Carlos; since he's scared of horses. Emilio, you and I will ride." Felipe left, and Carlos left not long after. All three friends packed, got as much money as they thought they would need, and waited for the carriage. Felipe was so excited that he was finally getting to go to France. When all three friends had everything ready and packed, they left and headed for France. In less than four hours, they crossed the border into France. Everyone kept talking about a Lord Simon De Grace and the ball he was throwing tonight for his daughter. Felipe was the only one that could speak fluent French. Carlos and Emilio spoke it, but not

“It’s not required. Just something a little different. For students who want to challenge themselves.” “What kind of different?” She walked over to the second chair, the one she usually offered students, and picked up a slim, old paperback with worn spine and no title on the front. “It’s a short piece,” she said, holding it out to me. “Translated from French. Originally banned. Very descriptive language. Lots of… subtext.” I took the book and flipped it open to the first page. Then I stopped. The first line read: She parted her thighs slowly, waiting for the warmth of his mouth to find her.

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As I passed by a small bookstore, the title of a book in the window caught my eye. I stepped inside, the cool air a welcome reprieve from the heat outside. The scent of old books and incense wrapped around me like a comforting blanket. The owner, a friendly woman with a knowing smile, asked if I needed help. I pointed to the book in the window. "Ah, the magik calls to you?" she said, her accent thick and comforting. "Come, let me show you where that one is." The book was about the history of the French Quarter, filled with tales of love, loss, and the supernatural.

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The Baron—her husband’s people were very capable. But, anyway, the new hardbound books Fabian bought for her were the ones she had requested. She wanted a few books written in the Italian language so she could start reading them and understand more the context of what her tutor was teaching her. And for the next three hours, Adalene stayed in the library for her lessons with Mdme. Cléore and for further reading and studying on her own. She barely managed to say her goodbye in Italian when the madame left. She was inside a quarter of one of the books with a dictionary on the side when the compter came in with Fabian, who dropped a kiss on her forehead before they discuss the books and the new

"Where is the book?" Mrs. France walked inside the room. She was followed by the three, and their steps echoed around the room. Mrs. France waved her hand in the air and whispered a language the others couldn't understand. Then, a book came flying towards them from across the room, and Mrs. France caught it as if expecting it to do what it did. It was a hard-bound book. Mrs. France opened it and carefully flipped its yellow and crisp pages. The letters on the book were big and cursive, but the language was in another language as well because Aria couldn't understand a thing when she tried to read it.

‎ ‎Maya insisted we didn't need a schedule. ‎ ‎“Paris isn't homework,” she said. ‎ ‎I laughed. ‎ ‎“You made an itinerary yesterday.” ‎ ‎“That was yesterday's Lena.” ‎ ‎“There's another Lena now?” ‎ ‎“Obviously.” ‎ ‎Maya hooked her arm through mine. ‎ ‎“This is Paris Lena.” ‎ ‎“And what is Paris Lena like?” ‎ ‎Maya pretended to think. ‎ ‎“She eats pastries.” ‎ ‎I smiled. ‎ ‎“She takes pictures.”

I asked excitedly He simply nodded his head smiling. Lorenzo bought more snacks for me which I ate as we continued strolling through the town. We stopped at a small bookshop where we browsed through some books, almost everything was written in French, we could hardly find any English written books and we also found some maps. Lorenzo and I couldn't understand a single word. “Look at this book Enzo” I showed Lorenzo a French poetry book my mother had. “My mother used to read poems from the book to me when I was child” I ran my fingers over the worn cover as memories of my mother flashed across my mind.