My Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

D_Novel’s Book 3 will be released in the next few weeks, please check on my account incase i have already uploaded it, once released it will be uploaded daily (hopefully) so please give it a go, this book is only book 2 in a 10 book series so there is plenty more for you to read so please follow me, comment, leave a review and most of all enjoy! Much love from your friendly neighbourhood writer, J.D ;)

I took a break from this book for months because it was mentally putting me in a bad place and I haven't updated this book in a week because again, it was starting to affect me. I got over what happened a long time ago, but rereading my diary from the year all this happened and writing a book about it has brought up old memories that I had blocked out. So, please, be patient. I want this story over with asap so there is only a few chapters left but please be patient while you wait for them. --Stay safe everyone, I love you <3

"Good. So, what would it look like to give that to yourself? To treat yourself with the same care and attention you wish from him?" "I don’t know," I said quietly. "I wouldn’t even know where to start." Dr. Brooks gave me a warm, patient smile, then reached down and pulled something out of his bag. He placed it gently on my lap—a slim, brown journal. "What’s this?" I asked, running my fingers over the soft leather. "A small assignment," he said. "I’d like you to write in it once a day. Just one thing you did that made you feel good, safe, or loved."

Back home, if I was lucky, two days of meals combined would not match what I had in a single sitting here. And that was on a good week. My stomach does not complain. It has learned patience. It knows how to wait. It knows how to quiet itself and accept what it gets. I sit cross legged on the bed with the journal they handed out on the first day. The cover is smooth and thick, the pages creamy and untouched. No real instructions came with it. Just a suggestion to write. Reflect. Process. I flip it open and stare at the blank page. Instead of writing, I start doodling in the margins.

i knew that no matter what the future brought, we would always have each other and the memories of this special day in the woods, to keep them going. another day, while I was exploring the nearby library, i stumbled upon a strange and mysterious book. The book was bound in leather, and it was filled with strange symbols and images that i had never seen before. Intrigued, i decided to take the book back to the cabin to show Nikau.

“I feel like I’m drowning in my own mind sometimes. Like I can’t escape it, no matter how hard I try.” Aaron didn’t respond right away. Instead, he reached into the box and pulled out the leather-bound book. He placed it gently in her lap. “What’s this?” she asked. “A journal,” he said softly. “It’s empty, but… sometimes, writing it down helps. Even if no one ever reads it. Even if the words never make any sense. It helps. Nana gave it to me, her last gift for me.”

A broken Forever shined back and forth *** We are close to the end of Book 1. I will start loading book 2 in this same book so you can just flip right into it. It is already completed and I’ll keep with updating about 5 chapters a day. Thank you all so much that have read this far and I hope you enjoyed. Adding book to your library and gems help me as an author to promote book and rankings. Thank you for all that have already done this :) I have more books on W A T T PAD that you can read for free if you want to check out too. Phoebe Phoenix is my pen name and these books titles are there too (they aren’t free to read though) if you want to check out other works by me. ***

The romance was being squeezed out. "The journal" Elara shouted, her bare knees hurt as she fell flat onto the asphalt to pick up the black leather book that was lying between them. The moment her fingers touched the leather, the blank white pages inside the journal did not just move they started bleeding. A lot of midnight-blue fluid came out of the journal mixed with the cold rain water and formed a swirling indigo circle around her ankles. The gold letters on the cover of the journal; THE MASTER LEDGER: VOLUME TWO ​flared with a white-hot, blinding radiation that scorched the skin of her palm, the unique, un-templated human syntax of her blood-infused veins screaming in protest against th

Because even if I could never have his heart… I would still always love him… ----------- The book will be coming out sometime in February next year so I hope you will join me. To stay updated, you can follow me here: F******k page- Author Red Johnson F******k group- Red’s Little Corner I*******m- mes_sywrites

I took a pic of me eating and posted with the hashtag #latenightsnack I washed the leftover dishes and went upstairs to freshen up and get ready for bed When I came out of the bathroom the first thing I noticed was the brown paper packed with books and that old journal slipping out of my bag I crawled over to the middle of my bed to check it out. I opened the bag completely and brought out all the books, I picked up the journal and it actually looked really old, especially the leather on it, then I remembered Mr Jonathan's word's '...That book will test you...' I took a deep breath and opened the book. The pages were.... Blank?? I flipped through the book and it was the same I actually didn'