Book And Puzzle Novels & Stories

he said, setting the tablet aside. Cassian climbed up beside him, flipping to a page filled with tangled mazes, rebus puzzles, and logic games. One in particular had been circled in red crayon. "That one," Cassian whispered. "We tried to build the pattern but it keeps breaking at step five."

Lisa said and smirked at the small bunny " She's a pain in the ass for me and never my type! And I forgot to tell you I already have a boyfriend, his name is Kevin. He's more better than that troublemaker girl beside you " Jennie said and Lisa come near Jennie and took her bottle of whisky and drank it all in one shot. "Yah! That's mine! " Lisa finished drinking all the whisky and turned the bottle upside down and gave back Jennie the empty bottle of whisky. Lisa received a death glare from Jennie and it didn't affect her. Lisa left the two and went downstairs. She can feel the effect of the whisky she drank earlier.

but what's this uneasy feeling I'm getting? "Morning~" Uh? I look next to me, on my bed and..... "What? Why are YOU here!?" TBC

“I want a new puzzle! Another puzzle, Auntie. Something similar to what you got me last year.” Leila remembered the Japanese Karakuri puzzle box that she gave Eon last Christmas. It was a complicated box mechanism and once it was solved, a ‘secret box’ would be unlocked. The little kid enjoyed solving challenging puzzles. Eon always had a knack for brain teasers, which is why she got him a puzzle. She did not expect that he’d like it to the point of requesting it in exchange for convincing his mother. “I’ll get it for you, dear. Anything for you.”

He brought a wooden puzzle. That is the first thing I notice when I open the door ..... not Derrik's face, not his carefully chosen ordinary clothes, not the practiced looseness of a man trying to look like he is not trying. The puzzle. Small, flat, wrapped in brown paper that he has already partially opened so Eli can see the corner of it, the bright painted edge of something age-appropriate and considered and entirely unlike the remote-controlled car he brought to the first visit that required a nine-volt battery and fine motor skills Eli will not have for another four years. He researched.

“unlucky contestants…shelf two, book thirteen.” It sounded oddly like a personal note. My curiosity won out and I skimmed my fingers along the spines of the books until I chose one at random. I pulled out a medium-sized book, a deep shade of navy blue. Earthen twine was wrapped around the book, and there was a picture on the front. A middle-aged man with chocolate hair and dark eyes smiled up at me. The cover of the book read, “Arthur Zimmerman, Game 71.

"Most of the antiques were porcelain. We started to check and count them one by one. It was a simple inspection. We would unwrap the individual package of each piece of porcelain, check the list, find the specific details, take it out and inspect its condition, put it back, and go to the next one." "When your father took a kiln celadon pot out of the box, it fell directly to the floor and cracked. Just like your father-in-law, he clearly felt the vibration of the pot. As the pot broke, both of us saw a palm-sized book inside." "We thought that the book contained some unknown and important history. We sat on the floor together, and I saw your father open the book with my own eyes, but then th

he answered. “There's another book. This was the last one she created before she arranged everything in place. But she kept this in a different place. Here. Check,” Dr. Lance said while approaching them with a tiny book. It was red, orange and yellow all mixed-up. Wayne received it and opened it. Each page was plain white with just one word on each. Wayne opened it and read them aloud one by one. “To...learn...more...about... Wayne's...mate...and...how...she...completes...the...puzzle...visit...the...Great...Agate... Library...with...Walter...as...the...password,” it said.

I demanded, eyeing the mysterious device untrustingly. Indigo didn’t try to hand it to me though, he merely unwound a string of leather from around it and flipped it open, revealing more and more pieces of parchment inside, hundreds of them, bound together and fanning up from the center between two thicker outer shells to make an arch. Captivated as all the parchment settled again, I watched in awe when Indigo pressed his hand down on it. “This,” he told me, “is called a book.” “A book,” I repeated reverently, easing cautiously closer. “Is it dangerous?”

He couldn’t fathom why it’d be here or why it looked so similar to the other one. He reached out to touch it but figured it must be some sort of Star Wars novelty book he’d recently purchased and forgotten about, which happened often. He’d buy books either at rummage sales, used bookstores, or online, shelve them, then forget about them. It wouldn’t be the first time. Working the eight ball in his hands, he dismissed the strange black leather-bound book and re-focused on the reading itch he couldn’t seem to scratch. As he kicked something across the floor.