Book Hooked Novels & Stories

As we stepped in, he gave a small nod to the first store’s attendant we met before hurrying off to a quiet section of the store. While Uncle Al ran his long hands along the books on the shelf, soft hurried footsteps caught my attention. A girl of about five years old with pigtails peered at a man who had a book propped on his face. As soon as my uncle stopped pacing, the quiet air of the room felt different. I felt like I won and lost a trophy at the same time as wailing laughter reached my ears. “Do you feel that?” “That,” Uncle Al tapped on a seemingly ordinary leather book about cooking and grinned, “is our ticket. Place your hand on the book.”

Sometimes, I notice that I'm also becoming a little stupid without realizing it. "Ah, because I read a story in a book. This is how the story is described." I just answered him. I'm not lying because Breaking Dawn is a book, it was made into a show. I had a book that I bought at the book sale because the new one was too expensive so I bought it secondhand. It's still the same, and there's no difference. The only difference is that the ones in Fully Book and NBS are set with a case. "Tell me about this story." He looked at me as if he was interested in the story I read. I didn't blink at him because he was behind me so I wasn't sure of his expression. Whether it's smiling or still blank.

He had signed it to make the book owner a lucky person. He squeezed it among the other books in his library, and moved a few steps back to get a good view of it. The first shelf read: Joe Robert; Ghost House, Witches Lair, Lockwood, The Boy Who Saw Ghosts, Acherons Corpse and Duckhead. He seemed satisfied as his face-beamed with smiles, but was cut short when he noticed that the torn book had made his library ugly. He swore under his breath, picked up his mobile and dialed his secretary's number, which rang twice before he picked up.

The librarian, a wise old man with spectacles perched on his nose, had greeted them warmly and invited them to explore the dusty shelves filled with ancient tomes. As Scarlett's fingers grazed the spines of the books, a particular leather-bound volume caught her eye. Its title, "The Prophecy of the Shifting Stars," called to her with an inexplicable pull. She plucked it from the shelf and dusted off its cover, revealing faded golden letters etched into the leather. Curiosity burned within Scarlett. She opened the book and began to read aloud, her voice barely above a whisper. The words flowed like poetry from her lips, resonating deeply within her soul.

he asked with furrowed brows and suspecting eyes. "This is called intra librum, literally means inside the book. Here you can enter the world of the book and experience it first hand," His eyes suddenly glistened, his mouth opened while turning around—the same expression when he first toured the meadows of Pixie Realm. "You mean to say I can enter a book from here?" "Yes, that's what I said," Doom excitedly scanned the book titles. He kept on asking me if I was telling the truth or just pranking him. He asked several questions about how it worked and the likes. He finally grabbed a copy of the book he wanted to enter.

Inside was a small room lined with filing cabinets, a single desk, and a safe embedded in the concrete. Carson froze. He’d seen that safe before in his father’s office, years ago. He could still remember Sloane’s hand resting on it, the look that meant don’t ask. He knelt, running his fingers across the dial. “Combination’s the same,” he murmured, and within seconds the door swung open. Inside lay a thin black book, its cover scorched at the edges. Justina stepped closer. “Is that…?” “The ledger,” Darius finished for her.

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?”

I feel safe being alone here because I know there are two guards outside the library. If only I could do something to help Damon. If only I had the ability to recognize who betrayed Damon. I put down the book I was reading on the table and looked at the high shelves in the library and suddenly the book I saw before came to my mind. That book was written by Alpha Devon and there is a faint suspicion that there is a torn page in that book. I know it's not unusual for a book to be torn because it's natural for a book, to tear and get old...but that book was strange. The book is old, but you will know that every paper used is durable. It can't just be torn because of its old age.

More, and more. End of Book 1

A book sealed by blood, only to be opened by the heir who had both fire and forgiveness. “You must go alone,” the priest said. “Only one may enter the Vault.” Jian stepped forward. “She’s not going without me.” Chaewon touched his hand. “This is mine.” He held her gaze and nodded once. The door hissed open. Inside, the vault pulsed like a heartbeat. And there it was, on a pedestal of scorched stone…a book bound in dark leather, etched with fire-glyphs that moved like liquid under her gaze. As she stepped forward, her hand brushed the surface—and the book opened on its own.