Blowie Book Pages Novels & Stories

“Come on, give me a hand with this while you count down the minutes.” He placed the book on the table in front of her and started explaining the process. “When a book gets wet, the pages swell, and if it’s not dried properly, it can be ruined. The key is to press it gently and use blotting paper to absorb the moisture.” Marcus demonstrated, placing sheets of blotting paper between the damp pages. Lila watched intently, her hands mirroring his as she helped with the repair. She felt a little more at ease focusing on the task. “This is interesting,” she admitted. “I didn’t realize there was so much to saving a book.”

"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."

Few minutes later she came back with a book in her hand. "Another book about the stealer wolf. Let's check it out." She plopped down on a sofa, placing the book on the coffee table. I sat beside her, watching as she flipped through the pages, looking for what I had no idea about. "There, found it." She muttered under her breath and began reading the pages, to herself though. "Huh? Seems like we got missing page." I looked at the book with a next completely blank page. "How do we get on with this?"

Smaller ones, thin like an old bible, yellowed with page break apart. Once there pages were successfully separated, I carefully put the knife down, not wanting to slice any pages or myself. The pages smelt like mould and looked ancient, they looked like they would be grimy to the touch but they felt like silk. The amount of small little pages were like a book of their own, how could this be hidden away for so long and no one notice it?

I flipped it in the next page but I only saw a blank page, all of the pages were now pure white like nothing is really written in there. "What are you doing?" I almost jumped in surprise after hearing a voice beside me. "Nothing," I answered and closed the book. His eyes widen just by looking at the cover of it. "Have you seen something in that book?" "Just the first page" I answered but he seemed so shocked by my answer. "First page?" He asked like I just did the most imposable thing in the world. "Yeah, this one." I flipped the book to the first page but it became blank suddenly. I just saw it a while ago! How did it happen? I checked all of the pages thinking that it must be in somewhere

he responded, whipping his head around in my direction. "Okay, check them,” I ordered. I buried my face down and ran my eyes through the books, then I saw one that caught my attention. "Realms of the Shifting Shadows: Tales of Fantasy and Fur"’ was boldly written on the binding of the book. The book has intricate designs of werewolves under a glowing moon. I picked up the book and opened the first page, which had been aged. I couldn't tell how long this must have been here. The first page I opened was blank. This prompted me to open the second page; it was practically empty, just like the first. I continued opening until the fifth page because I was counting the number of pages as I flipped

Even though I didn't really get to know her well when she was in the palace, we shared quite a few memories. Honestly speaking, I hated reading books. They were boring. Yet, I found myself swiping through every page of this book with more intensity as I aimed to cover the black and white chapters. You might think I was lying, but I could literally sleep from reading just one page of a book about how much I didn't like to read. But this particular book felt like I was able to relate to it. I continued to swipe through the pages of the book and came across something… Right there in the middle of the book, where it didn't open through, a page was left blank as if there were no messages at all.

Then I moved away from the window, and turned to look at the books which all looked amusing. I reached out to the bottom of the shelf and removed a book from it. Then I dusted it off, and sneezed as the dust got into my nostrils. These books must have been here for a long time, and that means it’s all about history. Hmm! Things are about to get interesting. “Story of the Rainbow?” I scoffed and bit my lips, then opened the book. I flipped through the pages, awed by the writings and the pictures which were inside.

Bri held the old book like it was a treasure. Her eyes were bright, practically glowing with excitement as she flipped through another yellowed page. Dust floated up into the air each time she turned one, the faint smell of old paper filling the small cabin room. “Look at this, Ethan,” she whispered, running her finger across a line of symbols. “These are beautiful. Oh my goodness... are they like real markings? Wow.” I leaned over her shoulder, trying to make sense of the page, but to me it looked like a bunch of swirls, lines, and strange shapes that definitely didn’t belong in any normal book.

My conscience doesn't want to add fuel to the fire. Aiden shook his head, pointing to a few pages near the middle of the book. "No, I'm not talking about those pages. Look, three pages are missing right here." We all leaned in to take a closer look, and sure enough, Aiden was right. Three pages in the middle of the book were conspicuously blank as if they had been torn out. "What could that mean?" I said, my mind racing. "Did someone try to hide something in those pages?"