Book I Wonder Novels & Stories

Looking back, I’m glad I thought ahead, because the dread inside me refuses to leave. As I am searching through the library, I see a very old leather bound book. I hadn’t noticed it before. It looks a little dusty but I see the word ‘Witch’ on the binder. I zero in on this book and reach for it immediately. With the book being so dusty, it’s no wonder I never saw it before. It seemed to have blended in with the rest of the shelf. I sit in my chair next to Mary and the boys are in there bouncing cradles.

A warm laugh. The kind that made impossible places feel safe. ❤️ ⸻ “That’s a difficult question.” ⸻ She closed the unfinished book. 📖 ⸻ “Because the answer is yes.” ⸻ Silence. ⸻ “And no.” ⸻ The library trembled slightly. ⸻ As though reality itself didn’t know how to explain her. ⸻ 🌙 The Forgotten Name The Book of Origins suddenly appeared. 📖✨

Joy smiled, as she finished her brief summary of the book. "Wow. I am speechless. What later happened? Did he give in or disciplined himself?" Kevin and Rachael simply looked on as the two were speaking. "It is left for you to find out. The title of the book is WEIRD FEELING BY PROF ISRAEL. Do search it up on G****e, so as to know which app you can easily read it from. I am eagerly waiting for the part 2 of that book," Joy stated, as Andrew nodded.

I stood up, getting nearer to the book spot but not touching it. I read the text in the book. "You're Locked." it says. I don't know if I should roll my eyes to it's obviousness but yeah, I am locked here undeniably sticker and I knew it already. The book turn to another page again and stops. " And you're looking for something to solve so you can get out of here." My knees are shaking and my eyes widened. How did it know I'm thinking it? It turns to other pages again which seems like it's answering my thoughts and it's terrifying. "It's because I can read you. "

Then I noticed the cover of the book, it has a hole round shape in it and an anchor then ship wheel in it. I look at the three objects in my hand and the book. I put two and two together and realized something. I connected the dots and placed the three objects into the holes in the cover of the book. I was almost blinded when it shined so bright. I let out a surprise gasp when the book floated and automatically flipped the pages. It stopped at one page. The book slowly landed back down on the bed. I let out a deep breath and decided to read what the book was showing me.

And the pond. Sighing, she slipped farther down into the cushions of the couch, lifting the book to cover the cheeks she knew were flaming from the memory. She didn’t know how much of her body he’d seen, but it was so very improper. Yet, why did she receive flutters in her stomach every time she thought about how he wanted to take a bath with her and wash her body? Loud footsteps echoed in the corridor outside the library and she straightened to see who was coming to invade her private time. When Rebecca and Anna walked through the door, Emmie sat up straight and slipped back into her role.

With a gentle hug, I put the book down and immediately left for work. At 5:30 I was behind the shop waiting for my employers. I began to think about what happened last night. I was contemplating how a small book could increase in size by itself. The book could talk and give instructions for humans to follow. What amazed me more was the fact that fire of blood could rest in a bowl and the book didn’t burn but when I put my hand I was burning that I could even felt the fire even in my intestines.

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

After a brief scolding from my teacher, I was sent to assist the librarian. The library was a sanctuary of towering shelves and soft whispers, its grandeur unexpectedly breathtaking. The scent of aged books and polished wood wrapped around me like a comforting cloak. Wandering through the aisles, I stumbled upon a dimly lit corner that exuded an eerie presence. A single book stood out—its cover blank and edges charred. Curious, I picked it up. "Weird," I muttered, flipping through its brittle pages. My blood ran cold when I saw my name inscribed on the last page.

I don't even know how to control it! " Is there any other way? " I asked. They all consumed with silence. What will I do now? I walk towards the book in front of us. I hold it and then suddenly I saw something that caught my attention, it sparks for a second. I think I'm the only one who saw it. I don't what it is but there's inside me that pushed me to keep wondering. They slowly walk towards me when they saw me wondering the book. " What does this mean. "