Age Is Just A Number Book Novels & Stories

I sighed and waited anxiously, silently praying to the moon goddess that this would work because I didn’t know what else I’d do to get evidence if this didn’t go well. “I’m asking for Dawn’s number,” he muttered. “Then we can go from there.” I nodded and muttered my thanks. I noticed a book beside the television and sauntered toward it, anything to keep me busy and stop me from freaking out. Picking it up, I read the words on it: ‘Shape and Color Book.’ I flipped through it and noticed the shapes he had colored, with crayon smeared at the edges. “He’s a year and four months old now.”

You giggled grabbing Anna’s hand, and the coffee from Joshua, and left the clubhouse to spill all the beans about the previous night. One thing was for sure, you going to make it a habit. They indeed say 3 was the perfect number.

I continued. “I discovered a book of records. This book contains all that ever was and all that will be. It isn’t what might be. It is what will be.” She looked me straight in the eye, “You are supposed to die at the age of twenty-three. It is written in your life plan.” “But… so young,” I muttered. “Yes,” she agreed. I looked at my body closer and could see it had been broken up in multiple places. “How does it happen?” I wasn’t sure I really wanted to know, but I was unable to resist asking.

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how I wish I could be that smart, too. Unbeknownst to us, the edges of the shelves have hidden numberings on them. Nathan tried removing —one by one — the big encyclopedia book that marked the number of each shelves. Emma happened to saw one of the Encyclopedias at the shelf in front of her. "Aze, this book was numbered 9!!" she shouted. "Everyone, let's help Emma and Nathan!" I commanded. I hurriedly came near the shelf in my right side. I checked if there was the Encyclopedia.

Did she count all the books? "You counted them all? Cool." "Estimated," she corrected. Oh, that's right. "Not bad at estimating, Ms. Aspen," said Manuever who had just arrived while carrying the books. "Why?" I will ask. "Because it's actually right. Except for the books that aren't here and the ones I'm carrying, but then? The remaining books inside this library are 416,278. You must be really good in Math, Ms. Aspen," he replied. That's great estimating ah? I am, I thought more than a million.

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I press my hand to him, trying to get him to stay still. “I can help,” I murmur, fumbling with the heavy book in my lap. He pauses, eyes darting to the old book. His gaze hardens in suspicion but then softens. He recognizes what it is. I flip frantically through the brittle pages. 39… 91… 180… Focus. My fingers finally find the right page and relief washes over me when I spot the illustrations. I place the book next to me and take the bag, searching for the right leaves stuffy stuff. I do not know what. At least the book has pictures in color.

Game over. She looked around the small study for numbers. It took her a while to see them because they were hidden as Orenic letters—small markings her father must have engraved by hand on the leather spine of the books. She matched the first dice to the Orenic numbering system he used and found the book. It was in all other ways identical to the other books on the shelves. From the second dice, she got the next number—the page in the book.

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”