My Booktok Journal 소설 & 이야기

Please rember to like my book and live comments and sugestions this will help me find direction when I loose inspiriration and I would love to write something that everyone loves to read thank you again guys lots of love love twoise♡♡

I let out a sigh of relief while feeling some triumph. I decided to begin journaling – someone has told me to try it as it will help you find out who you are. I did not think much of it but as soon as I started writing down points , I felt my soul being filled with self love. After I was done with my journaling , I just sat back against my chair. Today has been good – I feel as if something was lifted of my chest , I felt something different was stirring in the air. Maybe it has to do with the weather today , but I feel like I can conquer anything that comes my way.

The Book of Curse, with its foreboding aura, seemed to cast a spectral presence in the recesses of her mind. The old journal, now placed on the nightstand, carried the weight of its uncanny resemblance to the haunting images from her nightmares. Jette closed her eyes, hoping that sleep would offer respite from the disquieting thoughts that lingered. As the night unfolded, the boundary between dreams and reality blurred, and the Book of Echoes became a silent witness to the mysterious interplay between past, present, and the uncharted realms of the subconscious—a harbinger of a narrative that transcended the tangible pages of a journal and ventured into the intangible realms of the unknown.

Yeah, I'm trying :'( By the way, my new book is called "His Seven Days Mate". It's an ABO verse of werewolf. I'm invested in that book for quite a while so I really hope you guys should check that out :x Thank you :x And I'm back to my nest, crying out loud for my stupidity for now :'(

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I sat on the bed waiting for the door to open, but my eye lids begin to close on their own before I drop to sleep. Hey guys, I hope you're enjoying the book so far but I just wanted to let you know that I've just created an I*******m for my books. I don't like to show my face but I do want to be able to talk to you guys and give you updates on whatever book I'm writing, if you would like to please go follow my new account bookupdates_venning I haven't posted anything yet but I will soon, thank you guys for all the love and support on this book, it definitely doesn't go unnoticed.

he said. “By about four days,” she said. “I checked against the journal.” “You keep records,” he said. “I keep records,” she agreed. They stood for a while. “The book is doing something,” he said. “The reader messages.” She’d been sharing some of them with the household — not all, some were private in ways that the sharing would violate, but the ones that were about the quality of the book rather than the specifics of the readers’ lives. “Yes,” she said.

She showed me the cover of the journal. “I am sure she was a great person who cofounded this pack. I read about her in pack’s history.” I said tracing the leather cover. I could feel its old age. “This journal contains her life’s most secret chapters and only few people have access to read it. Now, I am giving this to you so you can learn about her and how she backed her mate to expand and strengthen this pack.” She said and placed the book on the table. I looked up at her. She wanted to say something else and it was just the start of a long conversation.

But this time, I wasn’t just angry instead I was watchful. Louis has made the first move. Now it was my turn. And I don’t play fair. BONI'S APPRECIATION📖 Thank you to all my readers that has gone through the past 20 chapters🎉💕 @Boni_writes is my booktok account for my three books so please check it out and SHOUT OUT to my lovely reader @Vmradajic for the gem 💎 support.

Today was Toby's birthday, and I was determined to make it a day to remember. I had spent hours scouring the shops in search of the perfect gift, wanting to find something that would truly reflect the depth of our friendship. And as soon as I laid eyes on the leather-bound journal nestled amidst a sea of other trinkets and baubles, I knew that I had found just what I was looking for. The journal was elegant and timeless, its pages blank and waiting to be filled with the memories and musings of a lifetime. It was the perfect gift for Toby, a reflection of his love for writing and his passion for capturing the moments that mattered most.