Book Flipped Summary Novels & Stories

She tossed it onto the table. “This is the original Ark Project proposal Xavier wrote for Sterling Corp three years ago. “This project tripled the company’s value within a year and helped you secure your place as the heiress. “This proposal was written by Xavier. “In the version you submitted to the board, the credits were changed to mention you and Ryan instead.” Moon’s face instantly turned pale. That was her biggest secret. Liam and her parents stared at her in shock. Lydia’s voice was calm, but every word was as sharp as a knife’s edge.

On October 5th, while I was away on a business trip, he and Lucy spent the night tangled together on top of my clothes. My stomach churned violently. I rushed to the bathroom and threw up until my head spun. Then the auto-playing footage showed Lucas appearing in front of the safe. After taking out the bracelet he had once given me, his gaze shifted toward another document inside. My heart sank instantly, dread creeping up my spine. It was the property agreement my mother had left me before she died—the very last thing she left behind in this world. Yet in the footage, Lucas turned around and handed it directly to Lucy.

"But you have broken her heart, Sir. She ran to the elevator. That's when I saw her throwing something into the trash. I tried to call her. Unfortunately, she had entered the elevator. This is all I could find, Sir." Louis finally accepted the book from the housekeeper. He checked it briefly. The book turned out to be empty. There was only a picture of a little girl in the upper right corner of the book and a little boy in the lower right corner. On the following pages, they were still there, but in different poses. "Is this a flipbook?" Louis sighed as he came to the conclusion. Holding his breath, Louis flipped the pages of the book quickly. The pictures in the corner began to move.

The book was normally kept in the room with all the ancient books but on ceremonial days it was kept in the alpha’s safe. He carefully set it on the table. “Come on beautiful,” Arion held out his hand to me. I held his hand as I walked to the book. Carefully, I opened the cover. Without warning, the pages began to flip themselves. I was surprised to realize I wasn’t scared. The pages stopped on what looked like a series of blank pages in the middle of the book. I stared at them, but I saw nothing. Arrow and Arion stood next to me. They gently began rubbing circles on my sore back. Suddenly, the pages began to show words. The words appeared to be glowing. Before long, all the pages that had

"Okay, okay , Dianacia nodded as she waited in the circle of doom . I flipped through the pages of the book but before I could get a hold of how to break the spell, a large wind came whirling around and flipped the book out of my hands to the ground, all efforts made to reach the book was fruitless and then suddenly the wind turned into the almighty Greta, the dreaded one . “Hello Children, " Greta said .

MILES The soft flip of a page. That was the first thing I became aware of. Then scent—bourbon and sandalwood—comforting and familiar. Underneath it, something else—leather and parchment. Like the smell of an old book mixed with warm skin. I breathed it in, my mind floating somewhere between sleep and waking. Flip. Something heavy was wrapped around me, warm and solid. A slow inhale pressed a firm chest against my back, the steady rhythm of breathing lulling me further into the haze of comfort.

I laughed. He turn back around to face me and grab the book from my hold. I am about to complain, thinking that he will not return it abck to me but he started flipping pages with a smile plastered on his face. “I want to suggest some few chapters of this book and I know you’ll like it.” I hiss as I lean my forehead on his back to watch the pages getting flip by him. He keeps flipping it until we both felt drops of water being splash towards us. I screamed and hide behind Rael to prevent myself from getting wet.

The room suddenly feels colder. I should leave. I turn to go— But my elbow knocks the edge of the small table beside the bed. The book she was holding drops to the floor with a thud. I sigh and bend down, picking it up. The cover is still upside down. But when I flip it, so the cover is upside down and the spine faces the floor, something strange happens. The text inside is perfectly upright. My fingers freeze on the page. I flip back to the front. The title is wrong-side up again.