Novel & Cerita Book About Jimmy Page

Tessa’s POV A rural area in West Virginia. A slap across my face sent me crashing to the floor again. “How dare you report us?” Jimmy growled, standing over me. My cheek ached as I held it, trying to get up. “Report who?” I winced in pain, confused. He slapped me again, harder this time which blurred my vision. Jimmy was one of the most feared boys in our class, big, mean, and always surrounded by people too scared to challenge him. Even teachers walked on eggshells around him and I once overheard someone whisper that he was part of a cult group outside school.

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⸻ 🌙 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. ✨ ⸻

I flipped the first page quickly, checking the date. It was a report made a few weeks ago by a man named Jimmy White, a member of the well known White Family. Apparently, he gave full details and even left images of most of the people involved. Just when I flipped to the next pages, registering each face and role they played in the case in my mind, I got to a page I just couldn't flip past. A page titled… Mikaela White. She was… she looked like me. Did I mention just? No.

Jimmy covered his mouth and sobbed. “He’s basically crazy. He keeps reading a password-locked diary every single day. He says he’s damned, but then, he claims that I killed his son and wants me to pay for it. He wants to send me to hell so that I’ll never recover!” I was stunned when I heard what Jimmy said.

"One more thing, I was the one who threw that stone previously." "I'm so sorry!" 'I must have been blind. How could Nicole, someone who saved a person she did not know, bully the gentle-looking Snow Riddle? Plus, there was only one photo. I didn't even get to see what happened before and after. Why was I stupid enough to be manipulated by these people?' Jimmy revealed a pained expression at the thought of this. After his near-death experience, he felt as though he had flipped on a switch. Everything that confused him was as clear as day to him now.

We should have more books about the Prime Omegas! I should try and find him, ask him about the book he has. It was different than the rest; plain, worn-down covers, regular-sized, and it looked as if it contained no more than 10 pages. Yet the contents, the story inside it was worth more than it looks. It was one worth remembering! I sighed, bracing my hands on the edge pf Councilman Marcus' bed, and clenched my eyes shut. My heart shattering upon seeing my Zannie fall down in tears.

A story came alive on those pages. It was a worn book, cracked down the middle, pages bent from too many readings. Earlier today, my mind kept drifting back to her. Paige Rimestone, the minor figure who shared my name. She vanished halfway through, taken without warning, barely more than background noise. Turning the page felt hollow after that. What a shame, really. Filth from the river jammed my mouth just as awareness slipped away. The moment my eyes opened, heat pressed against my skin.

"Don't waste your time James. I am not here to die. I only followed you here because you are unfamiliar with Igboland. I didn't come here to put my life at risk. As you can see, I have a beautiful wife and and three young children who are still growing up. I already lost a wife, it will be bad if my children find out that their father died trying to destroy the gods that their ancestors worshipped. It will be too bad James. Count me out of your plans. Stick with Umuise. They don't have a chief priest who would challenge you. They are simple faithful worshippers of their gods. Every man and his own shrine." James grabbed the book he was reading and flipped the pages quickly. Then he turned to

But now I could see the torment in his eyes. He ran a hand through his curls and sat down slowly, motioning for me to do the same. There was a small fire burning in a metal bowl on the table. Beside it, a leather-bound journal sat, its pages partially torn. “I didn’t know who else to call,” he began. “You’re the only person I trust now.” I didn’t speak. I only nodded, urging him to speak on. By now, I was restless, the air around us was tensed.