100 Pages Books Novels & Stories

"Sermons? You seem to have our roles reversed, you're the Mr upright and forgiving who always have an unnecessary long lectures on becoming an angel in life." "It's not unnecessary." He protested, "you really need to be forgiving" "Yup! Still in chapter one in the book I sent." She said nodding. "Chapter two but that's not what we're on right now." She smacked him with her purse. "You're still in chapter two? I'm not getting married to a man who can't finish a book of just 100 pages." "Actually a hundred and thirty one pages and you're so violent." He said rubbing on the spot on his arm she'd hit.

I looked at the stack. There were perhaps thirty books. Board books at the bottom, the thick-paged kind for very small hands, and picture books above them, and a few that were slightly longer, slightly older, the kind that would take more than one sitting but were not yet chapter books. He had covered a range. He had thought about the range. There was a note on top, written on a small card in his handwriting, which was exact and slightly compressed, the handwriting of someone who had trained their hand for precision.

Except for that black magic, this book is also confusing. I took the book from Ruby and took a look at it. My eyes widened when I noticed something. "There is a missing page." I checked the page numbers to prove that I was right. "Page 66 on chapter 6, it's missing." "666, is it the number of evil? Woah, this is really interesting." Hera exclaimed. "Let's look for it here." I told them, they quickly moved and looked for the missing page inside the library, maybe it was torn apart and was thrown in this room. Or maybe, someone has intentionally taken that and kept it so no one would know what's written in that page.

“Feels like I’m not getting the whole package or so. The feeling of turning each page and… the smell of the book. The, no ads popping policy..” He nodded negatively and stared at me “Okay?” I hummed having an idea. “Fine, you can have the book but on one condition.” I said. “seriously?” he asked with a disbelief look. “Yeah. 64, 65, 66, 67, 68, 69, 70, 71, 72…” “25 pages.” He cut me off.

Cain flips open the green book in his hand and Safira opens the one in hers. They stare at me and I smile sheepishly before walking over to one of the shelves and picking up the first green book I see. I smirk as I walk back to my seat. “What are the odds that I picked the book the librarian was telling us about?” Cain chuckles. “There are over one hundred green leather-bound books in here, different shades and different sizes, so let’s say the chances are pretty slim. The book is probably thicker than that.” Safira nods. “A history of Lycan and werewolf magics sounds like something that lives in a thick tome. Probably weighs a few pounds.”

"And since when did you become such an expert on childbirth?" He gave an unfamiliar and sheepish grin. "I went out and bought just about every book there was on the subject." "And how many was that?" she asked faintly. He counted off on his fingers. "Four books on pregnancy. There’s an even bigger section on the first year of life, and then—" "I’ve heard everything I need to know." "Ah, but that’s where you’re wrong!" He poured them out some more mineral water, as if playing for time. "Whatever objections you may put up, you know in your heart that I’m right."

“At least, the ones that have appeared so far. Refer to this any time a new one appears to you. Feel free to edit and add to this book as needed, his personalities are people and, therefore, are constantly growing and changing. If you encounter a new persona not listed in this book, then give the new man a brief interview and add a page for him. I have organized the book by the frequency of their appearances. Any questions?" All I could do was stare. It was enormous. Jack mentioned that three personalities appeared most frequently, but there had to be over fifty different pages in this book. Did he really have so many personalities? How could I keep them all straight? Thomas must have seen t

⸻ 🌙 The Lost Pages The book slowly opened. 📖 ⸻ Its pages fluttered wildly. ⸻ Most were empty. ⸻ Destroyed. ⸻ Gone forever. ⸻ Yet one page remained intact. ⸻ One final page. ⸻ One hidden page. ⸻ A page nobody had ever seen before. ⸻ The page that existed before Memory Zero. ⸻ 😨 ⸻ 🌙 Before The First Question The page glowed softly. ✨ ⸻

Sally definitely couldn't say that out loud, Sally thought. So she said something else Oh my God! Did you read all of these?" Sally picked up a copy of the latest Michael Chabon novel nearby. "Yeah. Got to, you know. A professor once told me that you have to read a hundred pages for each one you'll write. I think the old buzzard was onto something there." Terry opened the box and pulled out some of the contents wrapped in plastic. He held it in his hand and tried to balance it on top of the computer on his desk.

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.