My Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

Not with the trembling in her tone when she said it. My chest tightened, and I reached for the only thing that had kept me sane these past weeks… my journal. The leather cover was worn soft, the edges fraying, the pages crowded with ink that felt like blood drained from me. I opened to a fresh page, the tip of the pen hovering over the page. I stopped writing halfway, staring at the list, and then added: I don’t know if I’m writing about Adam or myself anymore. And then, I just stared at the truth written in black and staring at me.

When the book finally went to print, I felt like I had sent a piece of my heart out into the world. The launch day arrived quietly, without fanfare. Noah insisted on making it special anyway. He decorated the kitchen with streamers, made my favorite breakfast, and handed me a single wrapped gift: a leather journal for whatever story came next. When the first reviews started coming in, my anxiety was unbearable. Noah practically had to pry my phone from my hands, laughing as he read the glowing words aloud. People connected with my story. They saw themselves in my struggles, my triumphs. They wrote about how the book had given them hope, how it had reminded them that love could heal even the

"That was fast." Greg is looking at me skeptically and i smile back at him. Something wonderful has jus happened to me and i don't know if i want that high to be over yet. I surely like the fact that i'm happy and i guess it's not bad that i'm happy. I should be happy because i got the freaking book! Greg walks off into the kitchen and i open my bag to take out the journal i put in there. My to do list is on the first page and there's the instinctive fear in me that i should not be keeping a journal.

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I jotted back a quick thank you. I walked into the living room. The wall opposite the kitchen was entirely shelved with books and journals, old diaries collecting dust. Classics, contemporary… you could read a new book the entire year without repeating. My fingertips grazed over old, embroidered leather covers and brilliantly decorative dust jackets. Here, I could stay in this room forever, lounging below the wide cabin window like a lazy house cat near the heat of the crackling fire. I opened a random book to a dog-eared page which was folded to an entry dated, November 5th.

More than once, I caught myself rubbing my tired eyes before forcing my attention back to the pages in front of me. By the time I had worked through most of the library's main collection, only three books rested inside my tote bag: King's Rot, the worn children's storybook, and an old handwritten journal from a healer who had once documented an Alpha whose skin eruptions resembled chickenpox. Nothing else. I closed my eyes for a brief moment and whispered a silent prayer that there truly was nothing else. My neck burned beneath the scarf, and my legs felt unsteady beneath me. Resting my hand on my stomach, I whispered another apology to the little life growing inside me. Soon, I promised. I'

Knowing him, he probably already ate out somewhere. I took a warm bath to relax and changed into a soft pair of pajamas. Then I walked over to the shelf and took one of the journal I’d recently bought from the bookstore. I brought it to bed along with a pen and some tape. Settling down, I leaned against the headboard and opened it. The pages were still blank since I hadn’t written anything yet. For a while, I just stared at the first page. I didn’t know how to start. Then I remembered what Dr. Fuentes told me during my checkup—that I wasn’t just carrying a life inside me, but hope.

A shiver ran down my spine. Retracing my steps, I padded over to the table, which had the item lying on it. It was a book, a really, really old book. Flipping through the pages, I discovered it was a journal, its pages detailing the fall of a great alpha king. My brows scrunched. What the hell is an alpha? However, before I could read further, an unseen force hit me, nearly sweeping me off my feet.

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

Right now, I am already planning a book and creating chapters so that I can update everyday! My fault is that, I should have written this book prior to the dates. Thank you guys!