Romans & histoires Book Reader Journal

“But we should probably go through things thoroughly before we leave. Just to be on the safe side.” “Then we should probably get started,” Lucas said, turning the page. A knot formed in my stomach suddenly. I grabbed the book from his hands. Not wanting him to read the contents. He looked at me in shock. “These are my mother’s journals. Her diaries,” I said, holding the book to my chest. “These are her most private thoughts. Helene and I will read them.” Lucas’ expression softened with understanding. He hooked a finger under my chin and leaned in to kiss me.

There was nothing he could say this morning that I hadn’t already heard. Instead of listening, I opened the first journal. The leather cover cracked softly beneath my fingertips as I carefully turned the brittle pages. Whoever had written it had spent years documenting different forms of forbidden magic, filling nearly every page with sketches, notes, and observations. Most of it had nothing to do with Raiden. Hexes. Binding spells. Blood rituals. Protection circles.

Inside was a beautifully bound book. Its pages were blank. Attached was a handwritten note. "Your Majesties," "When you visited our village, you reminded us that every voice matters." "This book is a gift for your child." "May they fill its pages with their own thoughts, dreams, and discoveries." "May they always remain curious." "And may they never stop learning from the people around them." Nova carefully closed the book. "It's perfect." Kieran smiled. "Our child already has their first journal." She placed it beside the keepsake box containing their letters.

Free. Beautiful. It felt like he'd captured a moment even I didn’t know was special. The thumping of my heart was almost overwhelming. Beneath the frame lay a small leather-bound journal. My fingers brushed across its cover before opening it. The first page was handwritten, his script neat but bold: Things to know before your wolf comes. The title alone made my throat tighten. I turned the page, reading a few lines. They weren’t from a textbook. They were personal and practical.

Aiden, rummaging through a chest in the corner, muttered, “This feels like a waste of time. If there was something here, we’d have found it already.” I ignored him, running my fingers along the spines of the books. Most were dull titles on pack history and strategy, but one stood out, a journal with a faded leather cover. I pulled it free, flipping through the pages, but they were blank. Frustration was beginning to set in when something caught my eye. A faint glimmer from inside one of the desk drawers. “Wait,” I said, crouching down. “What is it?” Axel asked, abandoning his search to join me.

A familiar book for the ride back. Jeffrey leaned closer. “What are you reading?” I didn’t look up. “Philip’s Room by Raven Black.” He looked stunned. “No fucking way! For real?”

June 2040 Kara's POV: It's staring at me, like literally staring. I shouldn't have done it. Why did I take the stupid book? I hope to God he doesn't notice, but what if he does? I highly doubt that he writes in a diary every day. But then again, I shouldn't assume. I'm tempted to read it. I should read it, or else what the hell was the point in taking it? It's a thick black leather book. It looks somewhat worn, but largely unused. It's probably just filled with gaming or sports stuff.

And second which was closed. I don't know if it was my conscious decision but even after all the sirens that went off in my brain, I deafeaned myself to those rings as I walked in the direction of those books. My hand hesitantly reached out to touch the open book, feeling the rough texture of the leather cover under my fingertips. As I flipped through the pages, my heart started racing, my mind trying to process the words written on the pages. It was a journal. A journal filled with beautiful cursive handwriting. I filled to the last page of the journal as my hand traced over the writing longingly.

It was as if the world outside had disappeared in a blanket of ink. Her body felt heavy, and she decided to sit on the bed. It was pretty soft, and it was nothing like she'd ever been on. She opened the drawer and saw a small, leatherbound journal with the name Dorothy Stein on it. Carefully, she opened the peeling leather covers and read the first entry, which was miraculously legible.

Could you please tell me why I cannot read the next page or any other page? [Host has understood 1% of the content of the First Page] [The Second Page will be accessible after the Host gains 100% on the first page] You!! AGGHH! Why aren't you letting me be overpowered! [I've overpowered the host enough. Get to work!] As I thought of destroying the book, I became furious, but I calmed down immediately. Relax, it's nothing to worry about. There is no free meal available. I got a gist of how the book works, the reader moves onto the next page once they have understood 100% of that page.