The Big One Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

She took the 1956 Ledger and wrote on the first page of the new volume: LESSON ONE: THE FIRE IS NOT THE ENEMY. THE FIRE IS THE POINT. The Year Two began with a "Forbidden" engineer and an "Ice" Tycoon’s granddaughter sitting on a beach in Ghana, watching the stars dance. They weren't dancing in a perfect circle anymore. They were dancing in a chaotic, beautiful, and entirely "Permitted" rhythm.

I broke into tears in my hands. “It’s your call—" FOUR MONTHS AGO She walked into the room and i moved closer to pick up the blue journal she had scribbled a few things into. I flipped through the inked pages till i settled on one. The one she had only just written, each was with the heading— A LETTER TO BIGFOOT Dele, look i'm up here. I can see you. Just look. Bigfoot, how that nickname caught on. Who would've thought hehe-

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.

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Alpha Kai nervously scratched the back of his neck and nodded. He had overdone things. "They are… they…" Reign stammered. "There are a lot! And no I'm not complaining, I'm just really, truly amazed!" Her smile was so bright that it lit the entire room. Alpha Kai smiled nervously as she began taking the things out of the bags. "Cookies, candy, more cookies, fruit juices, maternity pyjamas and what is this?" She asked, holding up a book. "It's uh… a… uh… a pregnancy journal. The store kept saying you'll love the idea of jotting down everything you experience throughout this journey."

You need the journal. Margaret opens the small box. Inside is a small book. The small book is the kind of small book that mothers of women who are gone keep in small boxes on Tuesday afternoons. The small book is a journal. The journal is the kind of journal that women who are gone used to keep on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep, in the way that women who are gone used to keep journals on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep when the women who are gone are the kind of women who are gone who used to keep journals on the nights the women who are gone could not sleep.

We're going to spend the rest of our lives together and I can't fucking wait. That's the end 😭 It's been one hell of a ride and I can't thank you all enough for reading to the end and voting and commenting. Thank you to my early gang badbunnyrabit RoyaleGates hellomy20 who make me so excited to wait for their comments on an chapter! I can't tag everyone again but if you've commented you've made my day 😌. Next up is Damian's book, The Mafia Have Feelings Too. I'll post the character chapter so you can add it to you library if you're interested in reading it. You'll see Marcus, Nathan and Cole there too 😉 And you'll get to see what's going on inside Damian's head!

Beast screamed. I push the memory of the pain aside and search deeper. My brain flashes. Ms. Beast stares back at me. She growls. There's something in her mouth. It drops at my feet and the pages flutter open. It's my grandmother's journal. "How you doing, baby?" King whispers in my ear, startling me. "I was meditating," I grumble into his shoulder. He pushes hair off my face and smiles. "You must be feeling better. "What do you remember?"

After the trip, I’ll think of what to call you that’s not ‘diary’ or ‘journal’. So, yeah, I’m still your girl, with a tinge of delusion and anger, Nectar Diza Lupin. PLAYLIST. Golden Brown (Elliot Sutton) Slowed Best Part – The Very Last Dance. The End. APPRECIATION. I just want to say a big thank you to all the readers who have seen my book worthy of their time; who have spent coins and voted for the books. Thank you for reaching this stage, and for finally saying goodbye to this book baby of mine with me.

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