Book Rescued Novels & Stories

“Sure, sure, but I made sure that every reader will feel rewarded for their efforts.” Chastine was puzzled at what he said. “Rewarded? What’s the reward?” Duke-X explained about his new archive storing system. “The book itself.” “Huh?” Juste was more puzzled than Chastine and Maxill. “You see, I made modifications about the archival system in this library. Books are now shelled inside each egg that keep them in their top condition.” He added, “you have to get the book that you want from the box machine where the eggs are stored. The box machine has claws that you use to get the egg from the box.”

The room felt like a sanctuary, a place where I could begin to heal and find solace amidst the chaos that had consumed my life. Rico smiled warmly, his eyes filled with genuine joy at my response. "I'm glad you like it, Royal. You deserve a peaceful place to call your own after everything you've been through." As I explored the room, my gaze fell upon a small bookshelf nestled against one of the walls. It was adorned with various titles, a treasure trove of stories waiting to be discovered. I couldn't help but feel a sense of longing and nostalgia, my love for books resurfacing at that moment.

I ran a hand through my hair, exhaling sharply. My phone vibrated beside me. It was probably Isa. I had completely forgotten to talk to her after coming home. It was a text message. Not from Isa. A strange number I’d never seen. ‘Hi Princessa. This is Jace… the guy who almost ran you over with his bike. Found something that belonged to you after you left.’ A picture of a bookmark stared at me. My bookmark with my initials engraved on it. Shit. It must have fallen off my bag since I always hung it on my backpack zipper. How had I not noticed it was gone? My most precious gift.

The massive doors burst inward, showering the grand foyer in splintered oak. Caspian stepped over the broken wood, carrying me across the threshold into the quiet luxury of the Keep. The foyer was empty, lit only by the grey winter light filtering through the high glass dome overhead. Black-veined marble stretched out before us, leading up to the grand staircase where Morgessa had first called me a pet. And standing at the top of those stairs was Helene. She wasn't wearing her healer's apron anymore. She wore heavy, silver-threaded robes, her white hair loose and wild around her shoulders. In her right hand, she held an ancient, silver-bound book... my mother's private journal, stolen from B

Something struck me as I browsed through the shelf: every single book we had in my bookstore back in the human world was on the shelf. How come? What manner of coincidence was that? It was as if someone had transferred the entire bookstore to his room. I ignored it and continued browsing until I saw an unfamiliar book. My hand reached for it and dragged it out from the back of the shelf. “The prophecy of a Luna Reborn?” I read aloud as I stared at the cover. It was nothing extravagant in design or aesthetics. It looked like a diary that was written by someone to another person. The fonts were neatly written along the lines of the book.

I asked him and the disbelief was clear in my voice. “It took us two years to get the books in this library, some we got at auctions or from private collectors who didn't even know what they had, but some of them were much harder. We had to dig for some, especially those thought to have been lost in time. That's where we found the ddark hold; duringone of those digs, it was disguised to look like any normal book ,but I could feel the magic emanating from it ,aandwhen I opened it, it just changed and revealed itself. Everyone else that was part of the dig thought it was just a normal book,; Ihave no idea why it revealed itself when I touched it ,but,I immediately hid it and brought it back he

Today marked my first solo outing—a simple trip to the local bookstore to pick up a few titles for Lucas and myself. The bookstore had been one of my favorite places in Riverside, a cozy haven where I had spent countless hours before the attack. Mr. Peterson, the elderly owner, had greeted me with such genuine delight that I had found myself blinking back tears. He had insisted on showing me all the new children's books that had arrived since I had left, setting aside several he thought Lucas might enjoy.

Out of curiosity, and to make some small talk, she asks Susan about what kind of book recovery they would do. "Lady Ravenclaw, what kind of method will you use to do the book recovery?" As a librarian she knew a lot of methods that could be used to maintain a book and to recover it from light damage. Susan smiles at the librarian and replies, nonchalantly. "The kind that summons back to the library every book that has the Hogwarts' Library stamp on it." Irma Pince freezes in mid walk and slowly turns to Susan. "Are you serious?" She asks with wide eyes. Susan nods at the woman, confirming it.

Breyona chuckled dryly as she sat beside me on the couch. I ignored the two of them as they began full-scale bickering. My fingers ran against the jagged pages, faded and stained with age. The book itself smelled old and musty, looking as though it would crumble to dust at any moment. The repairs Breyona’s parents had made to the book were all that kept it from falling apart. A grimace formed on my face as I reread the information. ‘Did you expect it to change?’ Maya chuckled humorlessly, ‘It says the same thing as before.’

Salvetti accessed the file in an attempt to extend Carter's life. There were some color images and several blacks and white ones within. "What is this?" Andrew's personal note. That was the response, with Travis frowning at Carter's muddled description of the game of Uno. "He just received this and thought you'd like it," she said.