Book In Broad Daylight Novels & Stories

Curiously I opened the book; the first page I saw, it had handwritten writing which looked very old and the pages were almost yellowish, it said “The sun will turn into darkness, and the moon into blood, before the great and dreadful day of the Lord’s arrival. He will come and claim what is his and the children of the night will bow down to it". I turned the page to read more but the book started to disappear from my hand. My vision went black and I posted back into my room with a pang of pain in my head I placed my hand on my head and my eyes opened wide. What does that mean? I thought. I opened the notes from my phone and type exactly what I read in the book. Children of night what does th

“A man peacefully sleeping in such a fancy car by the side of the road by this time of the day? He must’ve been drunk. I said to myself. I admired the car from afar and walked to the hostel. It was unusually quiet when I stepped into the living room, I moved to the table lamp and switched it on bringing light into the atmosphere. Where was everybody? I sighed heavily and dropped my bag and the books I held on the sofa, removed my shoes and neatly kept them on a shoe rack like Denise always advised us to. I could feel a twinge of pain around my right forearm and left shoulder that must’ve been from the heavy books I held and the bag on my shoulders. I rubbed it while letting out a groan but t

A grand chandelier hangs from the high ceiling, casting a warm light. In the center, there are mahogany tables with velvet chairs, perfect for reading. A fireplace with an ornate mantel and a large painting above it adds to the cozy atmosphere. Tall windows with heavy curtains let in natural light, and a plush Persian rug covers the floor. I ran my hands across the shelves, my fingers came to a halt in one specific book. “Midnight Howls.” A famous book by Orin Darkhowl. According to Thalia’s brother Talon.

The old lady collected that peach and observed it clearly, but all she could see was light rays still barging into the room from those curtains and falling at the book. “Carol, tell me what do you see in the book?” The lady found it all weird and asked Carol to report her observations. Carol darted her eyes at the book, and responded after a second, “My lady, the book is emitting some light and… and there seems to be some words written on it. But I can’t read it.” “Don’t you see the light rays coming from those curtains?” The lady was becoming worried by now. She thought she had been way too restless and was hallucinating for sure.

Parang may maliit na bagay na nakaipit dito. Out of curiosity, agad ko ng kinuha ang librong 'yon mula sa shelf then dusted it off. "'Where the sun doesn't shine' by Marvens Jeff Bonhomme..?" I couldn't help but shook my head just reading the title at the cover page. This hardbounded black book was no doubt a novel, an old novel kaya ba't naman nandito ito? Was Mr. Romero also interested with this piece of crap? With disgust glare at that book, kinuha ko na lamang yong papel na nakaipit dito and then put that book back to the shelf.

The scent of books mixed with a misty scent of pepper occupies the room. I take out one book from the shelves. The familiar scent of books fill my nostrils but it's too…calming. Too new. Like it's never been used. I put the book back on the shelf. That's not why I'm here. A ray of light draws my attention and I return the book back to the shelf. A large portrait is on the wall. It's blank. Void of any colors. Just blank. Beside the portrait, a ray of light is seeping through. Barely visible.

Chapter 51: The Sovereign Horizon The morning sun came up over the East River. Filled the Brooklyn studio with a nice bright light. This light made the room feel fresh and new. Elena stood by an old oak table. Her hands were flat on the table. In front of her were the real books of the Nora Vale Imprint series. The Nora Vale Imprint series was finally done. The covers of the books were simple and nice to touch. They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books.

It had not destroyed it, but it had touched it. She walked toward the bed first. The sheets were still on it, coated in a thick layer of gray dust. On the nightstand, a book lay open, its pages curled and brown. A pair of reading glasses rested beside it, one arm folded, the way someone might set them down before turning off the lamp. She imagined Dominic Blackwood reading in bed while Helena brushed her hair at the dressing table. She imagined them talking about their sons, about business, about ordinary things. She imagined them not knowing that the hours left to them could be counted in minutes.

As for her daughter, she was bored and sat in the back. She simply closed her eyes so they wouldn't be caught and stuck in this place. She never imagined herself dying inside a prison, especially when it involved a powerful family. While Sheo was desperately trying to pull over so they wouldn't get stuck in town, they came across a dark road that confused them because there were many street lights along this road that were very bright at night. "S-Sheo.. W-why are the streetlights turned off?" "I'm not sure! Maybe all the lights are out! Good thing Don Velasco's car is amazing!"

🌹_______________ Happiness can be found even in the darkest of times, if one only remembers to turn on the light 🌹_______________ I kept everything in order and swept the library with some other girls. I wasn't in a hurry, so I spent so much time there. Soon after, I was done I went to the counter to tell the lady I'm going. Senior David came in immediately and dropped a book on the counter for the lady. "You came to return the book, it's past school hours" she told him in a very harsh tone.