1 000 Page Books Novels & Stories

"Ninety-five. Too short. One hundred fifteen. Too long. One hundred five. Getting warmer. One hundred nine. Colder. Okay, here it is. A Girl and a Dog. One hundred pages." Jane walked up and down the shelves, half looking at the titles, half looking at nothing. "Here's another one," Emily called over to her in a loud whisper. "A horse of Her Own. Exactly one hundred pages. Do want it? Or do you want A Girl and a Dog instead?" Jane shook her head. "It sounds like a children's book." "It looks like a short book. Okay, here's another one. One hundred and three pages. There's a dog on the cover too."

It's possible, right? So, the code has four numbers. 8,9,1, and 0. But...there is no 0 on the page numbers! I opened the book to page 8. I looked at that page and just like the other pages, there seemed to be nothing strange written there. I stared intently at the page and read some sentences on it.

" How about we make a deal? You finish one book in the next three days then you'll get access to the internet? " " In three days? I can't even finish this in a week! " " How about you get to page two hundred in three days then? " I flipped the pages over at once till I get to the last, page which was four hundred and two. " I can do that. " I look back at him. His eyes are fixed and squinted at the same time and then a straight line draws at the center of his lips before it draws up in a curve. " Perfect. " It was the most epic smile I ever witnessed, coming from him.

Arthur stretched. “Power of dividing and conquering,” Rah laughed, lying down on the floor to straighten his back. “Also, you picked the smallest books. I once read a book that was more that two thousand pages long. It took me a while to finish it,” he added, stretching on the floor. “Wow, you have a lot of time at your hand,” Arthur spoke with raised eyebrows. “No, just interested in reading. When you are a human in a city of wolves, you don’t have a lot of choices for fun,” Rah laughed.

“Ariadne.” Even the books here were ones I’d already read repeatedly. There were only so many times I could read about the '100 Greatest Battles of Wolf Kind' or 'The Twenty Steps of a Successful Luna' before beginning to hate even the thought of picking a book up. But even if I asked someone to go to the library for me, it was unlikely there would be many books in there that I hadn’t already read at least once. 'Three hundred and eighty-four… three hundred and eighty-five… three hundred and eighty-six….'

I thought it was about the place called Santorini that is known for its beautiful architectural design- but I was wrong. The first 10 pages of the book are written in different languages. And every end of each page has a word 'code conduct- Sovrano' it's weird because there's no name of the author written. But the question in my mind answered when I saw the 11th page of the book.

Her breath, even and unhurried. She passed a bookstore. The same one she’d power-walked past every morning for a year, late to a standup, coffee sloshing, brain already compiling the day’s failure modes. Today she stopped. She went inside. The air smelled like paper and dust and time. She bought a novel she’d seen months ago and never had time for. Six hundred and twelve pages. No table of contents. No appendix on scaling Kubernetes. The cover was a deep, useless blue. The synopsis mentioned a lighthouse. She didn’t even read the whole thing.

Her body became stiff as she looked to her side and turned the book back side to see how many pages were there. Her eyes widen seeing that it is a 100-paper book. Panic stroke her as she sat straight immediately and took the pen and started writing in big block letters to eat up as much space as possible. She completed five papers and she realized that she can't complete them by morning if she continues like this. Her childhood idea popped as she took three pens together and piled them up together in a line trying to fit them in her hand and started writing in big block letters.

Natalia I was so bored. Daniel had told me not to do any housework but I was sorely tempted to start dinner just to have something to do. I found a book and tried to read like he told me. The book didn't hold my attention, though. My life has been much more interesting lately than some crime novel. My whole life had been boring before I met him. I hadn't realized it while I was living it. After meeting Daniel , it was like I was living in color now, but my previous life had all been black and white.