The Big One Booktok Journal Novels & Stories

I clarified. "Wait—what are you trying to say?" I didn't know how to put it in a way that does not offend her, hence I just stayed quiet about it and just described to her what the specific contents of the book may entail. Thankfully, she obliged without a word. After relentless scouring and searching, we eventually stumbled upon one that met my criteria. It was a journal—a journal authored by a former warrior of the Great Rift. "Are you sure this is what you're looking for? Not a textbook?"

I eventually gave up and asked for directions, after finally making it to the library I sat down beside mum who had three big piles of books infront of her, she was looking at a personal journal and from what I could see there was a picture of a lady on the front. Mum looked up and saw the curiosity in my eyes, "This is your great great grandmother's journal, I would like you to read it first then if your interested you can read all these books" mum said pointing to all the books infront of her. "But please be careful with this journal, it has been in my family generations. I look at the journal, it had a leather cover with a painting of my great great grandmother on it and from what I could

A window showing a rainy street. But then I saw it. On the girl’s desk, next to her computer, was another book. It wasn't a storybook. It was a **Journal**. And on the cover of the journal, in the girl’s own handwriting, were the words: ***"The Stories I'm Afraid to Tell."*** --- ### The Fear of the Viewer "Don't look at that!" the girl screamed. She lunged for the journal, but she was too slow. I wasn't a girl anymore; I was a leak. I flowed across the room, my inky body moving faster than humanly possible. I reached the desk and touched the journal.

Thunder pounds in the sky, and the loud reverberation shakes me to my senses. Pushing myself off him, I side-eye him, wiping my hands on my shorts. He looks away first, pulling himself up out of the mud. I head to my side of the truck and climb in. That was close, way too close. Seconds later he slips in behind the wheel. The radio plays Jake Owen's latest hit "Alone With You."

Lexi picks it up and unwraps it. She opens the journal and flips through the pages. “ I thought it might help you. I broke down everything about wolf packs in the simplest form. We have books in the library you are welcome to read to learn more but this gives you an idea. The books can take forever to get to the point.” I said. Lexi doesn’t say anything as she carefully flips the pages. When she looks up at me she is smiling but I can see the tears that have appeared in her eyes. But I’m not getting sadness from her.

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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

, But big baby still had his eyes closed "You can open your eyes now" I said , he batted his lashes and slowly and let them open . i couldn't stop staring, suprisingly he too was staring at me . it was as if time stopped the moment we locked eyes . he started moving his head slowly towards mine *what was he about to do * I thought, I wanted to move but I just couldn't ,my eyes still fixed on his. Suprising he moved pass my lips and rested on my ears "hey ugly,you still owe me a tour" he whispered ,his closeness was doing something to me ,I didn't just know .I just quickly opened the door and ran out of the room. I couldn't take it anymore,damn I hated the way he made me feel

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Or would it destroy me, just as it had been meant to destroy my father? I reached for the journal again, trembling fingers brushing the edges of its leather cover. As soon as I touched it, a rush of heat surged through me, making my whole body stiffen. It was like holding a live wire—hot, unpredictable, and far too alive for comfort. The power thrummed in my chest, twisting in a way that made my fingers ache as I gripped the book. A cold sweat broke out across my back as the heat from the journal surged again, burning through my veins. It wasn’t just energy—it was alive. Was this the power of my birthright? It felt more like a curse, a gnawing, insistent force that seemed determined to break