Book If These Walls Could Talk Novels & Stories

I looked over and took notice of all the paint on the walls that was not there the last time I came. The worker brought a clip board to his chest as he spun around and walked down a hall that magically appeared. I tried to reach to touch the walls but was stopped by a magical barrier. "Don't." Alexander's stern voice had me sighing and bringing my hand back. "This is it." The worker said as he pointed to a wall. I looked around. Was I missing something? Alexander's hand tightened as he turned towards the wall and walked towards it. A weird water like feeling passed through me that had me shivering a little as we walked straight through the wall.

Kimberly P. O. V 'It was a big room. It looked like a library. Countless books were there on the shelves , I could not tell what they were about. There were a series of book shelves. The walls of the room were yellow. The wall opposite to me had a big stained glass window portrait made of different colored glasses. It was not clear in my vision but what I could make out of the blurry image was the portrait of a child.

This was the most content I've been in my entire life. "Twin gifts" I whispered to the books as I walked threw to the back and found more tables and behind them were more vertical rows of book cases under the balcony. After the first set of shelves it was pitch black and I wondered what how much further these shelves really went. I walked over to them and seen all the books were dark green and made out of a soft scale material I ran my fingers over them and felt each bump. Just as my curiosity was bout to walk me into the darkness a large red book came dancing into my vision startling me, I took a few steps back letting it pass me. I watched as it floated slowly slightly bouncing in the air.

It seemed small from the outside, but it went tall and wide when they stepped in with mountains of shelves of books, and a second floor filled with even more books. There were a few sofas here and there, and a reception area close to the entrance. But the books seemed to have gone on for miles. There was obviously magic involved. There was no way this could’ve been natural. And right now, it wasn’t working in their favour. “Oh ye of little faith,” Isaac teased as he flung a huge, brown book at her. “Keep looking. There has to be something.” Cole, who was leaning against a bookshelf with a smirk on his lips, snorted at Isaac’s comment. “I think we’re looking at the wrong place.”

Curiosity got the best of me as I pulled out the book and to my surprise, a strange light flew in the direction of the wall as it vanished. The entire freaking wall vanished! As my eyes landed on a portrait on the other side of the library. The picture of the man and woman in the portrait left my eyes as wide as saucers. No! It can't be!

"It's not a wall, Mama." Jeff took a hesitant step forward, his hand reaching out but not quite touching the impossibly smooth surface. He looked back at me, his face ashen. "Demi," he said, his voice hollow with disbelief. "This isn't a natural formation. This is a data storage bank. A server wall." The world seemed to tilt. A server? The size of a mountain range?

I looked around as if to ascertain that this wasn't some sort of trap, before taking a deep breath and venturing downwards. It was dark, and I could barely see. I continued walking down, and down. Down. Until a large wall came into sight. “What-” ‘Da-ji, do you have an idea what this is?’ I called out to the Book. No response. As usual. It seemed to disappear whenever I needed it the most. Always leaving me to figure out foreign things on my own. I vowed to have a chat with the Book later. But for now, I had to figure out what the writing on the wall meant. It was carved into it, the characters bold and had a strange aura pouring off it.

“Do you ever hear sounds in this house?” The maid looked up quickly. “What kind of sounds?” “Voices. Footsteps. Knocking behind the walls.” Maria’s hand froze on the mop handle. “Don’t listen to them,” she said softly. “Don’t answer.” Camela blinked. “You hear them too?” Maria looked around, lowered her voice. “This house… It’s not just big. It’s alive. Some rooms listen. Some walls watch.” “That’s not possible.” “Then why don’t you try sleeping tonight with the lights off?” Maria asked.

“Honey, it’s an unbelievable library. Full of so many amazing books and artworks. You’d be a fool to pass it up. And I know you like books.” “I love books,” she said, excited. “Exactly. So you’ll definitely enjoy this. Alyx’s desk and chair have been passed down through multiple generations of his family.” She lost her words when they saw a massive rock wall in front of them. “Do we have to climb?” Gerri shook her head. She pressed her palm into the rock, and it reshaped to Gerri’s hand. Then, the area disappeared before them. “Holy shit!” she screamed. “That’s some serious alien stuff you just did.”

And followed. As he walked, the sounds around him shifted. Distant whispers filled the air — soft, melodic, like dozens of people talking in dreams. Some laughed. Some cried. Some murmured names he recognized. “Dr. Kamura… Elias… Mira…” He stopped, staring at the glowing walls. “They’re all here?” The walls responded, rippling like waves of light. For a brief moment, faces appeared in the glow — fleeting and transparent, like memories preserved in glass.