Book Flipped Summary Novels & Stories

“Hah! None of the men I know are particularly enticing, so I’ll pass. Putting that aside, here, take this. It may help you perform better in the future… Good luck!” Watching as Lea bolted off after handing her the book, Fabiola raised a slight brow before looking at the cover… and to her shock, it was entitled, ‘Seventy-two positions for you and your loved one’! What the fuck?! Still… Who was to say that she wouldn’t use this in the future? With that in mind, she quickly snuck the book into her pocket before pretending that nothing had ever happened…

Give me the book and I will give you your memories if you ain't in for it I am leaving right now" "No wait!" I called out to her immediately she turned over. My heart kept thudding at the realization that things may not work as planned. I unzipped my back pack took the book then handed it over to her. "Oh my!" A smile came across her face as she examined it. "My turn, my memories"I gave her an angry glare. "I need to see if it's actually the spell book before any other thing" her eyes scanned through the book. "That was not the deal Flora" I screamed her attention drifted from the book to me.

Just me, the ticking silence, and my scrambled thoughts trying to untangle themselves. Then I looked to the floor where my packed bag sat, still slouched against the wall. My first instinct had been to grab the whole thing, just like I had a hundred times before, always running, always carrying everything on my back. But not this time. Instead, I leaned over, unzipped the front pouch, and reached inside. My fingers brushed against the leather-bound book I had slipped into my hands from the archives. The Flare Witches. Somehow, it felt heavier now, like it had absorbed all the weight I’d been carrying. I pressed it against my chest for a moment and then stood up.

Even if I lifted her skirt a little, it did not really give me much. The discovery left me slightly disappointed, so I pinched her hip firmly. "Ah!" The sudden sensation nearly made Phoebe cry out. She quickly bit her lip and buried her face against my chest, swallowing the sound before it could escape. I was startled, too. After waiting a few minutes and seeing that nothing had happened, a bolder thought crept into my mind. With such a perfect opportunity, it would be a waste not to take advantage of it. My breathing grew heavier as my hand moved again, no longer holding back as I squeezed firmly.

I run towards it immediately, but in the process of grabbing the object, the journal rolled off the table. The instant the book touched the floor, the pages flipped open and my eyes caught something unusual between them.

She had read the book repeatedly and thought over things carefully. Back then, Heather was anxious and wanted to master kickboxing in the shortest time possible. Now that she was not in excellent health, she had the time to study the book slowly, which made her feel that something was not right the more she studied. All the kickboxing books she read in the past were very detailed about the moves and how one should practice them, which was the opposite of this book which described every move vaguely. However, this book provided great insights into a kickboxer’s mindset and true understanding of the moves. It explained these things in detail. There were even some phrases from the Bible as well

I stare down at my book and focus all my thoughts and energy on a little faith. Please show me how to help bring my pack home. How to bring my mate back to me. I utter the words inside my head and lay my palms flat on the open pages. Sighing as I do so and jump as the edge of the next page lifts and tries to move under my restrictive hold. I yank my hands back in shock that it actually made it do something and watch in awe and horror as the pages begin to flip over in this windless room. They move fast as though caught in the throes of a gust of vicious wind and seem to hasten as it progresses. I swallow down my saliva and choke on the sudden dryness of my mouth.

“Show me!” Molly exhaled shakily, then lowered her eyes. Her fingers brushed over the cracked leather binding, then carefully opened the book. The sound of the old spine creaking echoed through the library. She flipped through brittle, yellowed pages until she stopped, pressing her palm against one as though steadying herself. She angled it so I could see.

He began to read the book out loud, "I looked into his eyes, and put my hands around his neck. Take me to bed, I said out of pleasure..." “That is not what it looks like!” I rushed forward. “I just flip through!” He turned a page slowly on purpose. “This is not flipping. This is studying.” “Give it back, Roman.” “Educational material, I see.” “You’re so childish.” “And you highlighted a paragraph.” “I did not!” “You folded the page corner.” “That was not intentional!” “Uh-huh.” He raised an eyebrow. “Page thirty-two looks very… flipped.” “Give it back!” I lunged for it.

I flipped open the lid of the book and didn't know what the fuck. "What's this?" It looked like a photo album filled with girls, young girls. I started to relax a little, thinking that the shit had to do with my cause, which was rescuing young kids from fucked up situations and the twisted adults that were supposed to care for them, and nothing at all to do with my babygirl, until I saw her face looking back at me.