My Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

Cleaning up the cookies, I grabbed the book I was reading before I had opened up my laptop to do a last-minute check. I was taking a break from birthing and raising kids’ book by diving back into my mother’s journal. She had some things that I was planning on using for the birth since she did a water birth with me. There were a lot of moments she wrote about outside of that. Even some recipes. It was the only thing I had left from her. The sun had already set when I looked up from the pages. Sighing, I stood up to grab a bite to eat before I went to bed early. I felt a shift in my stomach and my eyes widened. I suddenly soaked the sweats I was wearing. My heart raced.

He just syphons out the information that is of relevance to tell me and Jake, so we wait with bated breath for him to talk again. Nikita huffs and leaves again, going back to the kitchen in a strop. I haven’t got time to deal with her over emotional need for attention right now so I ignore her and carry on looking over through the big book in my lap, desperate to find anything that can help. I stretch my arms high into the air above me and arch my back inwards, trying to relieve some of the aching pain form reading for so long. In the corner of the room, just in the shadows where the light doesn’t quite reach I notice a small tattered book. I place the book I had been reading onto the floor

He was going to wreak havoc on their lives. A/N: Hi everyone! Thank you so much for reading my book! Hope you checked out my other book "Finding True Love" and I hope you enjoyed it as well! I will still be uploading chapters for "Speak To Me" on Tuesdays and Thursdays Hawaii Standard Time. Lately I've been uploading everyday, so forgive me if I miss a day. I want to thank you for all your support and patience. I truly appreciate it. Hope everyone is okay, and safe. I also hope you enjoyed the chapter. Dont forget to check out my other book "Me & Mr.CEO." I hope you all will enjoy that one as well. Thank you again for reading and see you at the next chapter!

I haven’t had room to breathe in six years. It’s better than the alternative. I sit on the side of my bed. The mattress squeaks under my weight. Dust hangs in strips of moonlight drifting through severely moth-eaten curtains as I open a leather-bound journal with thick, hand-pressed pages. Every page looks empty, like new. I smooth my fingertips over a page. Text appears under my touch, flooding the page in a torrent of random thoughts–of updates I’ve been meaning to send to the only people I can trust. The words disappear in a glimmer of silver, and when I close my eyes, I imagine a home I no longer have and force myself to remember why I’m better off here, as a knight, as the princess’s ba

It’s about everyone who thinks they get to decide what I should forgive, what I should carry, what I should bury. The city hums outside my window, indifferent. My apartment feels too quiet. I stand and walk toward the bookshelf, pulling down an old leather-bound journal. I haven’t written in weeks. Haven’t let myself. But now, the words tumble out. Not about Gerald. Not even about Ethan. Just feelings. Thoughts. Weight. The tired kind. The kind no one claps for because it isn’t dramatic. It’s just… life. I finish two pages before my phone buzzes again. This time, it’s a calendar reminder: Meeting with product team – 9:00 AM.

The girl said. “Same here. I actually thought that this book wasn’t popular but you’re reading it as well. Oh, I’m Kayne by the way, Kayne David.” “I’m Natsumi Koga, it’s nice to meet you!” “Ah yes, you as well. I was actually about to ask if you always come here.” Kayne asked. “Uhuh, I always go to this café every time I go to town, this is actually kind of my spot, haha.”

I took a slow swallow, letting the burn hit my throat, but it didn’t ground me the way it usually did. If anything, it sharpened everything. Because now there were no distractions. Just me. And her. Always her. I set the glass down and pulled open the drawer, my fingers finding the journal exactly where it always sat. I flipped it open, the pages worn just enough to show it wasn’t new, wasn’t a passing habit. This was where I put things I didn’t say out loud. Where I kept the parts of myself that didn’t belong anywhere else. For a moment, I just looked at the blank page.

"This means more to me than words can express." With renewed determination, Katie began using the journal to chronicle the stories of the individuals she had helped. Each entry was filled with heartfelt reflections, capturing the essence of their struggles and the triumphs they had achieved. The journal became a testament to the power of resilience, self-discovery, and the transformative nature of love.

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

So after all the reading done, I feel it’s pertinent I introduce myself. I am Eugenia Amakubukuro, I love traveling, reading and I am sapiosexual. Well, enough of the boring details This is my first book, I’ll love to get your feedback on the review section. Edits has been made to the story, ‘Alpha Tiana: the unknown wolf’ which may not appear in the app. Here are some strange terms, I'll love you to know their meanings.