Book Reading Photos Novels & Stories

"He really thought he could play me. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance." As my hand moved to close the safe, something else caught my eye, a book tucked into the corner. Unlike the others, this one was bound in smooth black leather, its edges worn from use. Intrigued, I pulled it out, but as I did, several photographs slipped from its pages, scattering to the floor. "Well, what do we have here?" Morana mused, her curiosity mirroring mine. I knelt, picking up the first photograph. It showed a stunning woman with dark hair and piercing eyes, her smile soft yet enigmatic. There was something eerily familiar about her, but I couldn’t quite place it.

I mumbled while flipping through the images. I rushed back to Carlo with the photo book in my hand. He. Was still finalizing his codes, then took a quick glance at me. "What took you so long?" he asked. "Just saw something quite interesting," I replied, then tossed a beer on him. He looked baffled, but he caught the beer and said, "Thanks. Wait... Is that my photo book?" "Right. I was about to ask you why you have pictures of Laia in grade school," I asked bluntly, irritated as I opened the can of beer in my hand.

Chuckling in delight, Trav quickly pulled out the volume, causing a cloud of dust to disperse from the tome. While Trav was reading, Roman, Arch and Jughead were standing at the back of the room, their eyes focusing on the many photos that were littering the wall. There were black and white photos as well as those in colour and almost all of them are taken in a formal setting, during coronation for a king and a queen. "Who are all these people?" Roman wondered aloud as he studied their faces. There were family photos as well as individual photos but there were no writing nor captions to identify who were in the photos. What he found to be most intriguing is the fact that the majority of the

Typing in her name resulted in thousands of links and pictures. Each picture was the same, a fake smile plastered on her face but her eyes were filled with concern. It was as if she wasn’t sure she should be there or worried that she was doing something wrong. What made her eyes like that? I continued to filter through the pictures. There was a picture of her in a polo shirt staring at a book. She looked content, curled up on a lounge chair. I zoomed in on the book she was reading. It was the very same book that was sitting on my shelf. It was for my engineering three-oh-one class.

Surprised, I open the chat. It's a photo of... about two girls... but... it's blurry, the resolution of the image sucks. Disgusting! I throw my phone aside and stretch out lazily in the spacious comfort of my bed. My backpack is on the floor and I remember Edrien's book. You should read it and see who this Jack guy is. I stretch out my arm, I check the book inside the bag with my touch, I complete the mission and with the book in my hands I start reading.

There isn’t anything other than your standard furniture and a bookcase that seems relatively newer than the rest of the furniture, due to both the different colored wood and how clean it looks in comparison to the dresser and end table. There isn’t anything on the bookcase other than a few textbooks, scattered paper, and what looks like a handmade photo album. Picking it up she flips through the few pages included so far all of them print outs from a digital camera glued to the paper – all of them of Noel. The last picture included is of Harken and Noel at what looks like the mining museum, a place she never imagined Noel would go. “I don’t understand why you would have something like this i

I knew it was nothing special. When I had nothing to do, I slipped into his study to find something to read. A worthy novel or thriller maybe. I started searching the shelves in hope. As I went through several books, my eyes darted on one of the book which had something tucked in inside. It was something firm like a photo placed inside and it's edges were puckering out of the book. I took out the book and curiosity got the best of me as I tucked out the photograph.

He looked content, sleepy, and safe. "It’s perfect," Serenity whispered. "It is," Jackson agreed. "Except for my sore back." "Actually, it's about to get better," Margaret’s voice chimed in from the corner. Jackson stiffened. He knew that tone. Margaret walked in carrying a heavy, leather-bound book. It wasn't the Element Journal. It was something far more dangerous. "The Photo Album," Margaret announced, placing it on the coffee table with a thud. "The years 1990 to 1999."

Someone ripped it. April Rose felt like there were a lot of important information about Cassandra Spellflower that was taken out of the book. She felt a surge of eagerness to know more about Cassandra. She flipped the pages of the book hoping to find the ripped pages, but she couldn’t find them. She grabbed a different book, flipped the pages over and over again only to find nothing but dust falling. She grabbed two more books and flipped them in hopes of finding the missing pages. Instead of finding the ripped pages, she noticed something fell from one of the books she just flipped. It was an old photo. She went down on her knees and picked up the photo, and when she flashed the light on it

I won’t try touching it again. Closing the box, I approached the shelves. I take out the book closest to me. Brushing off the dust, I realize it’s a strategy book, written in delicate penmanship. The paper is fragile, but the tome is bound with great care. The other side of the shelf seems to have hard-bound journals. It’s like an entire couple’s life secured in one small room. I heard a scraping sound, and I turned my head to see Robert picking up a stack of small portraits from one of the iron boxes in the corner.