Book Matched Novels & Stories

“Okay, let’s begin.” She went to the first shelf behind the table, her fingers ran along the thick and dusty books, it seemed like they had not been moved for ages, and she also noticed that the books on this shelf were sorted by color, except for one which was misplaced. She reached for it above her head and pulled it out, the book was heavy but it seemed like it was just the book she was supposed to find. It was a book bound in hard blue covers and etched along the spine in gold letters was the word; “Khione.”

Both were really awkward at each other at first but when they found out that both were reading the same book, they eventually got a comfortable to talk at each other. “So, you also read that book-” “Yeah, I got into it after a friend of mine recommended it to me.” “Isn’t it a great book.” “Yeah, I got hooked on it after reading the first chapter.” “bla-bla-bla” Both continued to talked to each other and enjoyed their conversation. “I was feeling an awkward atmosphere growing between our table so I was gonna try to start a conversation but when you brought out your book, I was just surprised to see a person reading it.” The girl said.

He said. The book was glowing, a red light emanating from the inscriptions. A part of the book had a drawing, a crucifix in the middle, which the illuminated ray concentrated on. "Emily, we have to leave." Dad grabbed my hand, beads of sweat settling on his face. His heart was beating faster than the average person’s, his eyes reflecting the red light from the book. "I can't stand." I cried. "Not now," he reached for my back, pulling the fragments out of my vitals. I screamed, hitting the book continuously as I rolled with the immense pain.

"Take a look." The book was covered in heavy, embossed leather and in the center, in script, was the letter K. What the hell was this? A scrapbook? What kind of scrapbook could Dusty have been keeping? He continued eating in silence, preparing himself for whatever he was going to see, while Marliss and Lou gave him what he called the deadeye stare. Finally, he pushed his plate away, wiped his mouth, and opened the book.

Letting the weight of the place settle around me. Because something told me— What I was about to find… Would change things. --- I didn’t know where to start. So I followed instinct. Moving slowly through the shelves. My fingers trailing lightly over the spines of old books. Names. Dates. Records. Histories. Until— Something caught my attention. A ledger. Worn. Faded. But marked with a symbol I recognized. The Blackwood seal. I pulled it out carefully. Dust rising slightly as I opened it.

Someone bumped my shoulder as they passed, muttering a quick apology without even stopping. I waited until we were closer to the wall before leaning toward Maya. “I got the book.” She stopped. “What book?” I smiled. “Devotion. It was delivered.” Her eyes widened. “No way.” I nodded. “Yes.” “You're lying.” I chuckled. “Why would I lie about a book?” “Oh my God!” She exclaimed and grabbed my arm, nearly dropping the books in her hands. “You actually got it?” I let out a short laugh. “Yes, Maya.”

Division 24 The man looked confused. "The deaths? It has been peaceful in this area." Beatrice frowned. "How so." She mumbled to see a figure leave the church through the other door close to a burner. "Ha! Something is burning." She said, and the father turned to have his eyes widened. They both walked to the pulpit of the church and behold a book was on the burner while the fiery fire burned. Father Jude had gone to bring water to quench the fire and when the fire that had been burning was quenched, Beatrice squinted her eyes to see that three of the books in the burner had burnt to ashes but one had not burned..not a single scratch on its body.

“I would presume what you’re searching for would be there too,” “I thought as much but it was worth looking,” he said frowning as he scanned the shelf above her head as he walked a few steps away from her scanning the titles as he did so, with an entire foot difference in height between them he towered above her with ease. “Hmm,” she agreed, frowning as her eyes fell on a book with a battered deep blue binding, there was nothing special about the book, the words ‘Deep within the Mind’ written in faded gold bold italics. What had caught her attention was this book looked far less dusty.

I tried refusing but he told me he had already booked an appointment and paid for everything. Marcel my driver drove me to the spa and I went in and told them I had an appointment booked. I gave them the details Timi gave me and they were all over me. They did my hair, did me manicure and pedicure, facials and a whole body massage and make up. Timi sent a new sexy red dress with gold heels to the spa for me to put on. when I called, he told me he was taking me on a makeup date for being distant. When I was done from the spa, Marcel drove me to the location Timi sent. It entered the place where he said I should meet him but he wasn’t there, rather there was a pianist sitting at one corner of

To a stranger, it looked like a weathered rock with two small, oval craters—just natural erosion. I opened my locket and pulled out the tiny, intricate key. My hands were trembling so much I almost dropped it. I pressed the key into the center of the craters and turned. Click. A small, perfectly concealed stone flap groaned open. Inside, wrapped in heavy plastic to protect it from the Pennsylvania damp, was a thick, leather-bound book. Carter’s Ledger. I pulled it out, my breath catching in my throat. I opened the first page, the ink faded but legible.