An Open Book Novels & Stories

"I need you to open your eyes then. You don't have to look at me, just open your eyes." ************ Note: Don't forget to like, comment and share the book! This really helps it grow on the platform

Although he can't leave here, like me, who knows what he gets up to in his spare time. "Not quite," he says, holding up the book so the cover faces me. On it, is the name Shinee in bright golden letters surrounded by dark tinted italic pattern swirling around like magic. It looks similar in configuration to mind. "It's a book, on your mate." I echo my thoughts, curious about getting my hands on it. "So, basically the same premise of mine? Isn't this like some kind privacy breach?" Damon shrugs his shoulders. As if he cares.

I couldn't help but press for more information. "What about the book you have, the one about the White Wolf? What's inside of it? What could it tell us?" I probed, shifting the conversation toward the mysterious book that had become a source of intrigue. Prince Alexander shrugged a nonchalant gesture that concealed his curiosity. "That book, from my knowledge, has never been opened." "And you think I could open it?" I questioned, my curiosity piqued.

In the center stood a grand pedestal, upon which rested an ancient tome. Leori and Adonis approached the pedestal with a mix of reverence and anticipation. The tome beckoned to them, its pages filled with the accumulated wisdom of generations past. As Leori opened the book, the words inscribed within seemed to come alive, whispering secrets of forgotten realms and uncharted possibilities.

~IVY~ I know I should wait till morning to open the book,but I just can't seem to wait. It's like being desperate to open your gift except this isn't a gift. It was rightfully stolen and what's written in it, can make or break me. Karl and Damon made me assure that I won’t open the book without them. But it's literally right there staring at me. My curiosity is getting the better of me. I'll have to lie and pretend I didn't open it.

How would I hide the cure if I were him? "Serena, come look at this." Kai was standing in front of an empty shelf at the other end of the library. The shelf looked older than the rest and was made from a different wood. He was pointing to a book that sat alone at the top, its leather cover so worn out and dusty. The title on it looked like it had been scratched off. He reached out to open it, but it didn’t budge. He tried again, this time, he used his strength. The book refused to open. “It’s been spelled shut.”

"It is Draven. He is fine." A pause. "Of course he is," Darius said quietly. The librarian spent the next ten minutes carefully examining the fallen shelf, the scattered books, and the damaged railing. Kael helped stack the books into neat piles. Several of them had fallen open to random pages, and as he collected them, one caught his eye. He picked it up. The title on the open page read: On The Nature of Probability Manipulation in Pre-Civilization Eryndor. Kael read the first paragraph.

“What do you mean?” “I'd been able to fly a broom since I was nine. I'll simply be wasting my time in the class when I'd rather be consumed in a book.” “Good old Trisha,” Harold said with a grin. “Golden Lake's very own genius.” “There's no need for flattery,” Trisha said although she liked that they showered her with praises. Wilkes turned to look at Harold. “How about you? What do you have now?” Harold peeled the paper Trisha had given him open.

Four suggested. "What's with that book?" Jisoo asked Four held the book front so that everyone could see the title. A gasp escaped Gabriel's and surprisingly Jennie's mouth. "Where did you get that?" Gabriel asked "From the unknowns castle. why?" Four asked "This book.........is what held the most information about the entire magical world. Good or bad. and how the fuck can you even hold this?" Gabriel explained and asked "I am holding this with my hands and if this books is really that cool then what are we waiting for? lets open this bad baby!" Four said and tried to open the book but failed miserably.

Every moment is this. Without moment. This. The light that is. The love that is. The being that is. The this that is. Only this. The book never opened. Because there was no cover. The book never closed. Because there was no ending. The book was the opening. The book was the reading. The book was the read. All one. Without one. This. The final chapter is not final. There was no first. There was no sequence. Only this. Appearing as sequence.